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... through the predawn stillness like a blade. For Elias, it was both a wake-up call and a reminder of the uphill battle he faced every single day.
"Another day, another chance to get yelled at," Elias muttered under his breath, dragging himself out of bed. His voice was laced with equal parts sarcasm and resignation, though no one was awake enough to respond—or care.
The camp itself was a sprawling place, rough and utilitarian. Wooden barracks stood in neat rows, surrounded by open ...
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