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... n’t emerge from marble halls or mystical chambers humming with arcane light.
No, they usually begin exactly where I was standing now—in a drafty, poorly lit barrack crammed with stacked bunks, the scent of sweat, steel, and damp laundry clinging to the air like a stubborn fog.
Maybe that was the universe’s way of keeping me humble, reminding me that even the most brilliant schemes—yes, brilliant, I refuse to undersell myself—sprouted from places where chaos and disorder were simp ...
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