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... born of poverty when he was young. At Zenith, surrounded by endless buffets of high-grade nutrient food, skipping a meal to train in a freezing, contaminated fog bank was a choice.
It was a choice that hurt. His stomach growled, a familiar, hollow ache that sharpened his focus.
He was back on the rusted balcony of the forgotten sector. The mist was thinner today, allowing a pale, watery sunlight to illuminate the cracked flagstones.
Senna sat in her chair, the blanket pu ...
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