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... otsteps. They absorbed them. That was the nature of the place, no sound remained unless it mattered. And in that silence, Pavan Raj walked alone through the inner halls of Dome 4, his grip on the flame-stitched glove case tight but calm. He hadn’t come here to chase visibility. He had come to ensure his presence was never forgotten, even when the crowd moved on.
There were no celebration banners, no post-match interviews. Just data logs and shifting lights. Other candidates passed by wit ...
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