The training shed remained silent at that afternoon hour, illuminated only by the golden strip of sun crossing through the high windows and streaking the wooden floor. Cassian appreciated this silence as if it were an unexpected gift. The vastness of the place, so well organized, so clean, so functional, awakened in him a rare feeling of satisfaction. There, at least, everything followed simple rules: strength, movement, discipline. No politics. No councils. No Luara and the chaos she ...