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... d."
"Three hundred and one."
"Three hundred and two."
The count came out as barely a breath, steady and flat. Morning light pushed through the windowsill in thin strips, falling across the floorboards and climbing the wall as the sun rose higher. The room was small — a bed against one wall, a study desk buried under training manuals and textbooks, a cracked mirror above a basin in the corner.
Nova Stern’s upper body was bare, skin damp, doing one-handed push-ups w ...
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