PREVIEW
... living room at the end of another grueling day with our bodies strewn across couches and chairs like casualties on a battlefield. The setting sun cast long golden beams through the dust-speckled windows and turned the room into a strange tableau of exhausted youth.
Every one of us wore the badge of Braxton’s training in some form, whether it was bruises in various shades of purple and yellow, scrapes that had scabbed over, or simply the thousand-yard stare of people who’d been pushed pas ...
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