![]() ![]() Time for class and another chance to prove myself. Outside, the primary sun lit the tiled courtyard, while the subsun hugged the horizon, painting the stone with pinks and reds.Īn attendant opened the studio door. ![]() A slight breeze through an arched window cooled my cheeks. This was a time for determination, not doubt. ![]() One week stood between me and the pure-white fabric of final acceptance into the Order. I raised my chest against the gravity of my fear. We were the remnant, the few dozen women who had endured each level. Beneath the taut, hooded scarves covering our hair, we looked alike: wide eyes anxious and alert, cheeks hollow from years of relentless training, identical blue tunics and leggings. The weight of that truth tightened my muscles as I lined up for class with the other novitiates. One move in the wrong direction or one faulty gesture can erase a lifetime of preparation. ![]()
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