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... n quietly woke from his sleep. The dormitory halls were silent, shadows dancing across the walls from the dim moonlight filtering through the windows. With wooden sword in hand, he made his way to the practice hall—the same one he'd visited that first night.
The scent of wood and old dust lingered in the air as Zen began his training. Each swing of the blade was focused, rhythmic. He repeated the same techniques again and again, trying to refine his sword qi. Time slipped by, unnoticed. ...
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