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... asn’t settling.
It wasn’t fatigue—not exactly. It was irritation laced into instinct, the kind that grows in fighters who have survived too much to be toyed with, too long to be impressed by flair, and too often to treat resilience like spectacle.
Lionel, on the other hand, was grinning wider.
His steps no longer held ceremony—just curiosity. And the copies he kept flaring into existence didn’t move with desperation, but with rhythm, mirrored laughs tracing the perimeter ...
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