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This is a short story about some legendary pain-in-the-asses called The Immortals.
They’ve declared their intent to become Yearlings, apprentices to the Elc’atar Blade Masters; now they just need to survive the hazing . . .
Egos and faces will be smashed, but will it be those of the Immortals or the Elc’atar?
If you like epic fight scenes, snarky dialogue, and friendship till the death, then this might be for you.
We hope that you enjoy this short story and we’ll meet you back at The Gates.
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