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... elites whispered among themselves, the hum of their conversations filling the otherwise quiet rooftop.
The tension was thick, like a charged current, as everyone watched Anton struggle to push himself off the ground.
"Don’t you think you have won!" roared Anton.
Anton’s face was twisted with rage, his pride wounded far more than his body. He planted one hand firmly on the rooftop, trying to force himself upright, determined to continue the fight.
But before anyone ...
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