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... chamber, vibrating through the reinforced floor of the TRC Command base. Along the walls, thousands of individual pods, sleek and featureless, began to hiss. The sound was a prelude, a slow, deliberate exhalation of contained power.
Ana Clara felt the subtle shift in pressure, the familiar sensation of the pod’s seals disengaging. Her eyes, sharp and focused, snapped open. Her body, lean and powerfully sculpted, felt no stiffness, no fatigue, only a deep, ingrained readiness that hummed ...
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