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... precision, but inside, the silence was heavier than the road beneath it.
Pavan Raj sat near the rear, eyes closed—not asleep, not even resting, just breathing in that stitched rhythm that had become part of him since Ghostline. His bag was next to him, glove case latched shut, sketchpad hidden in the side compartment.
He didn’t look out the window. He wasn’t here for the scenery. The national training camp wasn’t a place to admire. It was a place to carve your name so deep into t ...
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