She tried as she could, but she couldn't just quite shake it off. Like a stubborn stench, it rested over her head, not settling for a second.
Clara couldn’t stop pacing. The echo of Blackwood’s threat from earlier in the day rang through her thoughts like am alarm she couldn't silence. No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, it wrapped around her like thick fog. It pulled the breath out of her nostrils.
She stood in front of her trainees with her whistle in hand and a stern face. She gave her best face and pretence.
“Take formation, now!” she ordered.
The group scrambled into motion, but Clara’s eyes lingered on the spot for a moment, a random spot, she had gotten lost in thoughts again. She didn’t even notice when one trainee tripped during an attempted stance arrangement.
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