The Golden Ritual
The morning light fell through the shattered window of the municipal training center, casting long, fractured geometric shadows across the concrete floor where Elias Thorne stood alone, his breathing a rhythmic, mechanical intake that seemed to draw the very oxygen from the stagnant air, a testament to the sheer, unyielding volume of effort he had poured into the empty space over the last...
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