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"Still sore."
The words came out rough, like he scraped them off his throat. The room stayed quiet. The wall formations answered with their faint hum, steady as a pulse that did not care about bruises.
He slid his feet to the floor and flexed his left wrist under the bracer. The skin felt tight, then the tightness faded, then it came back again like the trace wanted him to notice it.
"Not today," he muttered, and he tightened the strap one notch, not to hide it, t ...
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