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... unds of House Velebrandt. The training field—an expanse of flattened earth bordered by elegantly carved marble balustrades—now bore signs of a grueling session. Shallow grooves etched the dirt, kicked up dust floated lazily in the cooling air, and distant birds chirped farewell to the waning day.
Lucien Caelum Velebrandt lay on the ground, chest heaving, arms spread wide in utter exhaustion. Sweat clung to his silver hair like the shimmer of dew under moonlight. His small frame—still tha ...
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