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... r in the clean, obvious way. It was the feeling of something unfinished sitting in his chest, like a stone he kept turning over without finding a smooth side. Every time he drifted toward sleep, his body remembered pressure, remembered the way the grid had tried to fold around them, remembered how close he’d come to forcing mana the wrong way just to make the moment stop.
He woke before the bell, washed his face in cold water, and stood in front of the mirror longer than he meant to. His ...
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