The sun has finally dipped below the horizon, leaving the training grounds in darkness. My muscles are screaming. Every inch of my body feels like it has been tenderized by the sand in the pits. We were trained for hours at a stretch.
As we march back to the barracks, I can hear the distant, rhythmic shouting of the boys' group finishing their own drills. I wonder if Leo, Caleb and others feel as hollow as I do, or if the Sync has made them love the ache...
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