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... for hours, staring at the ceiling of his rented room in the merchant quarter. The stranger’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting melody—core restructuring, unrealized potential, power beyond anything your family has ever produced.
He rolled out of bed and moved to the window, watching early morning merchants set up their stalls in the street below. Normal people living normal lives, blissfully unaware of the spiritual hierarchies that governed their world. Part of him envied their ...
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