The air was thick with the smell of baked sand and sweat. Sunlight streaked through the large pines that stood guard around the monastery’s training yard in long, golden bars. Dust motes danced like slow-burning embers in the stillness, broken only by the whisper and thud of Petra’s bare feet...
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