Weight of Rain
The bag tore in the middle of training, and protein powder went everywhere—white dust settling on the gym floor like snow in a place that hadn\'t seen snow in eleven years of Marcus Delaney\'s memory. Elena didn\'t miss a beat. She dropped to one knee, started scooping the powder back into the torn bag with both hands. Her movements were fast and efficient, the way someone moves when they\'ve...
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