43 - The witch’s hedge

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“Again.” Alys grits her teeth as she pushes herself off the floor, a few drops of sweat dripping over the gym matting. “On it.” Jayden stands a few feet away, near a wide-open window, his back straight, his expression inscrutable. They started the training at five o’clock this morning, no words exchanged between them except good morning and his curt instructions delivered only in between exercises. It’s almost 8 o’clock now, but Jayden shows no sign of relenting. She would really love to take even a short break but Jayden had flatly told her at the beginning that they won’t be stopping until the end of the session so she better be ready to commit. She’s committed, all right, but it’s been hours and her muscles are screaming for mercy. Also, her throat is parched, but he told her to r

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