Chapter 55: Start of Training

Abigail jumped from where she had been sleeping, hugging herself to keep down the cold that had suddenly clothed her body.

White lights flooded into the hallway, and she held out her hands to keep away the bright light as her gaze went to the door. Her eyes hurt despite the shadows her hands created.

“Wakey-Wakey.” The voice of the woman standing on the leading stairs called.

Abigail frowned when she saw the bucket in her hands. She must be in her early twenties or so, but the smile that plastered her young face made Abigail wish she could use the bucket and slam the air out of her pointed nose.

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