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15. Training day one
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The Way You Taste 22. The weight of leadership
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The Way You Taste 23. Whispers in the Barracks
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The Way You Taste 33. Shadows of legacy
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The Way You Taste 32. Testing love
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The Way You Taste 31. Forging strategies
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The Way You Taste 30. Crossroads
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The Way You Taste 29. The morning after
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The Way You Taste 28. Leap of faith
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