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... weat, the tang of ozone, the faint metallic bite of Ikona energy. Mats stretched worn and stained, their edges curling from countless fights.
Equipment racks lined the walls, weights dented, dummies patched with tape. The ceiling hummed, vents recycling air that never felt clean. Elias stepped in, boots sinking into the mat’s give, Colby’s heavier steps vibrating beside him.
Kikaru glanced over, her eyes sharp, pausing mid-kick. Paul’s shards slowed, his gaze flicking to Colby’s ...
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