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... a referee’s whistle cutting through a silent stadium. Leon’s eyes snapped open. The ceiling above him was shrouded in the murky gray of pre-dawn, the world outside still cloaked in shadows.
He didn’t move at first.
Just stared up into the quiet, listening to the faint ticking of the old clock on the wall. He could still hear the muffled hum of the fridge from the kitchen. His breathing was calm.
7 AM...
He exhaled slowly.
This is the beginning.
No ...
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