Keeper Prince’s

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The training was tough. Three hours of running under the scorching sun, an hour in a pit up to the neck in fetid clay, half an hour in pouring freezing rain – the «caring» craftsmen built a structure that directed a stream of water to the yard from a stream that flowed from the snow-covered top of the mountain towering above us and was, in fact,, melt water. Icy actually. The masters were rampant. And I could not understand – why such repressions because of just one bottle of moonshine?!

– You were asked a question, – Master Trihedron growled, drilling our even formation with a searching look.

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– In short, as I understand it, Ugly is now on me, – I said gloomily. The perfect aristocratic face became blotchy, the left eye twitched noticeably.

– Bird, I said – calm down! Master Trihedron repeated the icy order.

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