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... k joggers and sleeveless hoodie clung to his frame, the fabric whispering against his skin like a second shadow. He descended the stairs with quiet purpose, each step measured, his mind already churning with strategy.
The scent of breakfast hit him as he entered the kitchen... eggs fried to perfection, toast crisp and golden, the rich aroma of coffee steaming in a mug. It was a familiar comfort, one that grounded him even as his thoughts raced ahead. He ate in silence, the flavors barely ...
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