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... where he was.
No pipes groaning. No distant clang of metal. No Underworks shouting through thin walls. Just a soft rustle from the balcony curtains, the faint creak of wood, and three other people breathing in the same room.
A bit early.
He did not need a clock to know. His body had learned the time months ago. He turned his head toward the door, looking for the small panel with the display. Just to be sure. Numbers glowed in pale blue.
05:02.
Close enoug ...
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