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"Can't you sense it deep in your heart, Thea?" Jaspar appeared worn out and beaten. His bones ached, and he couldn't recall the hilt of the Dawnblade being so... relentless. He clutched his shoulder with gritted teeth, gazing at the young prodigy before him. Dorinthea, more than just a warrior, yet not quite more than a princess, held the Revered Blade's handle as though she were protecting it from thieves, rather than... Jaspar struck with astonishing speed, his movements a