Moments later,
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The training hall was empty. The mats were rolled. The overhead lights hummed.
Aria stood in the center of the room. She had asked him to meet her. She hadn't said why.
The door opened. Malphas stepped through. He wore black. No coat. No armor. Just the simple clothes of a man who didn't need to dress like a king to be one.
"You came," she said.
"You asked."
"I don't ask."
"I know." He walked to the edge of the mat. He stopped. He didn't come closer. "What do you need?"
She looked at the wall. There was a c***k in the plaster. She focused on it.
"I need to tell you something."
"Then tell me."
She didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the c***k.
"The Labyrinth. The Lybrrith. I don't remember most of it. But I remember pieces. The trauma left me with am
