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Chapter 9: Bonds of Convenience
Author: Oma Lisha
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Kael's POV

Two weeks went by before I showed up for my first official day as Aldric's practice partner.

The Silvermane compound perched atop Ashenvale, a large complex that seemed irretrievably out of place amidst the frontier town's ramshackle structures. High stone walls surrounded manicured gardens, training grounds, and a manor house that might not have been out of place in the capital. Aldric's father had clearly been some kind of fallen nobleman, banished to the frontier for political misdeeds he never discussed.

Gate guards checked my documents, official records indicating that I worked for House Silvermane, before letting me in. I felt their eyes on my back as I passed, aggressive and resentful. Everyone knew what I was now. The Error who'd lived through Scriptbeast mauling by sheer dumb chance and a Hero's intervention.

Aldric greeted me in the central training area, far too lively for the early morning. Behind him, standing with stern evaluation, was a man who could only be
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