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He just stood there, rubbing his forearm where the wooden staff had struck, eyes narrowed. Not in anger. Not even surprise. Just... thought.
Then he said, "Again."
So we did.
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The days passed like water through a cracked basin—impossible to hold, impossible to measure. Dawn came before I opened my eyes, and by the time I collapsed each night, the sky was already black.
Strike. Block. Breathe. Again.
I bruised in places I didn't know I ...
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