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Chapter 37: Cynth
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sethlzaar's brothers rarely discussed the training in his presence. A sense of empathy, he noted. In time even the priests favored him with looks of pity. Priestess Emeril not so subtly reduced the force with which she pushed him during their personal practice of the bow. The greatest blow came when Father Ordan proved sparing with the cane, flogging him for only the dumbest of mistakes.
"So tell us, brother. What's her name?" Omage spoke between bites as they ate in the dining hall one evening.
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