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... ht of the moon, blood still crusted on his robes, one eye slightly swollen, and a mind replaying every split second of that fight like a broken puppet show.
He reached the familiar stone steps of the Twin Leaf Peak and sat there for a long while.
He’d survived.
Somehow.
But the fear... it hadn’t gone. It clung to him like sweat, like a ghost whispering in his ear: "You’re not ready. You’ll never be ready."
He finally staggered to his room and collapsed int ...
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