3 The heavy iron gates of the inner courtyard groaned open, revealing a dusty training circle where the future of the House of Bruu was being forged in the heat of the afternoon. Young Ablema, the King’s son and heir, stood in the centre of the ring. He was barely sixteen, his frame still lean,…...
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