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Forty-Three
Frankie: "What was that about?" Darcel's question left me smirking. "I have no idea," I admitted. I had lived a life so far that had left me uneducated and weak, and now that I am a warrior, now that I have all the education I could ever ask for at my fingertips, all that was left was being a young woman. Those experiences shape what cannot be taught the way combat and war strategy can, and no spell cast could give me the feelings these last few hours had like the one I cast for education did. "I know we have a job to do here. I haven't forgotten that. But, part of me feels like, with this being my first time getting to live without the threat of being abused, I want to rebel and put myself first. While I will not do that, there will be moments when things happen. I'm trying to let
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