The subterranean armory of Blackwood Keep was a cavernous hall of rough-hewn granite, illuminated by iron brazier fires that cast flickering orange light across racks of broadswords, battle axes, and recurve bows. The air smelled of hone oil, steel, and sawdust. Kaelen stood in the center of the circular sparring ring, dressed in fitted black leather training trousers and a tight charcoal sleeveless tunic that left her toned arms and…
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