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The room looked bare now, no scattered papers, no weapons leaning against the wall, no personal touches that marked it as mine.
Just two beds, two desks, two empty wardrobes staring back at me with hollow indifference.
Kyle had left that morning, practically bouncing with excitement about seeing his family. He’d talked for twenty minutes straight about his mother’s cooking and how his sister promised to spar with him.
Sira had departed the night before witho ...
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