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Chapter 137 The Hand That Opened
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The practice pole struck Daren before he remembered he could let go.

Pain jumped from his shoulder to the base of his neck. He released the padded shaft, took one step back, and nearly lost his balance when the bad knee refused the second.

Osric caught his elbow.

“That was a lesson,” he said. “Don't pay for it twice.”

On the one hundredth morning, the yard was bright and cold. Tor had left at dawn carrying Brida's proposed visit and Nallis's comparison copies. Corven sat on a stool beyond the p
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