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... rack echoed through the gym at that hour. Thomas dropped onto the bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his forehead slightly tilted downward.
Sweat ran down his temple and neck, soaking the back of his shirt. His breathing was heavy but controlled—the kind of breathing of someone who had just pushed himself to the limit and was now letting his body recover on its own.
He cracked his fingers.
The system interface appeared before him with its usual sapphire-blue glow. ...
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