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... ipation. The Quickstep pattern was burning in my memory, its intricate geometry now as familiar as my own reflection. Today would be different. Today, I wouldn’t just run, I would fly. But first, I needed witnesses to my triumph, preferably ones who had no idea what was coming. The thought of Phinyx’s perpetually calm face cracking with surprise was almost as motivating as the achievement itself.
I dressed quickly. My muscles felt rested, eager, as if they sensed the change that had occu ...
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