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Elara’s POV
The training floor smelled like old blood and concrete dust.
I arrived at 5:55 the next morning. The underground space was cavernous. Low ceilings. Enchantment lamps casting a sickly yellow glow across stained mats and hanging bags patched with tape. Somewhere, a pipe leaked. Steady drip, drip, drip against the concrete.
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