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... tion, not of distance, but of focus. The world moved around him: crops were harvested, goblins trained, seasons shifted. But to him, it was all a blur, a passing haze he no longer paid attention to.
He had turned inward.
No meetings. No speeches. No plans.
Only breath. Discipline. And the war within.
He no longer tracked the days. Time had become a rhythm of breath and heartbeat, of sunlight through leaves and the weight of his spear in hand.
He knew one t ...
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