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His chest heaved in erratic bursts, sweat dripping down his face, soaking through his training shirt. His lungs burned with each inhale, his body screaming in protest.
Five laps. Just five laps around the Warborn training grounds.
He had massively underestimated what that meant.
"...Fuck," he muttered between gasps.
There was no time to wallow. He glanced at the countdown hovering in his vision.
A little over one hour left.
And the rest o ...
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