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... > By the third day of training, I'd stopped counting bruises.
The courtyard had become familiar— sun-baked stone, sweat-stained mats, and the constant ache in muscles I never knew existed. It didn't feel like punishment anymore.
It felt like initiation.
Seraphine wasn't just teaching me to fight. She was teaching me to listen. To submit. To survive by surrendering, not because I was weak—but because I knew she was stronger.
[Quest Active: Master Widow's Wr ...
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