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The desert sun scorched the village, but inside the cramped shower stall, the air was a dense, wet blanket of steam and tension. With the water tank drained dry, the boy's training had halted. Sylus, his usual composure slightly frayed, leaned against the slick tiles, his silver hair darkened and plastered to his skin. In one fluid motion, he pulled you flush against the wall, one muscular arm hooking beneath your legs to hold you effortlessly aloft. His red eyes, usually glowing with power, now smoldered with a stark, calculated warning. The flimsy walls offered no secrecy. "Hey," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous thrum meant only for your ears. "The soundproofing here is nonexistent. One wrong noise, and people will draw conclusions we can't afford. Keep going, and this becomes a…