Silas’s spear shaft cracked against Cel’s leading knee - not hard enough to injure, just enough to collapse his stance. “Your weight distribution is wrong again. You’re leaning too far forward, committing before you know where the opening actually is.” He reset to neutral guard, the dark weapon held with that same deceptive looseness. “Again. And this time, keep your center of gravity stable until the last possible moment.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDt5gi01Rvj
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Cel straightened, Silent Moon still gripped in his hand. His knee throbbed dully where the impact had landed countless times by now. He adjusted his stance, trying to internalize the correction. Weight more centered. Less commitment in the initial movement.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYNyaI6GA8k
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They’d been at this for what felt like hours. Not sparring - actual training. Silas breaking down every fundamental Cel lacked into component pieces, then drilling them until muscle memory started forming pathways his conscious mind couldn’t quite track yet.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsjS3YFbhs2
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Footwork first. Hours of it. Moving forward, backward, circling - all while maintaining proper distance and balance. Silas would attack with measured strikes, and Cel’s job was simply to move correctly. Not to counter, not to defend beyond basic necessity. Just to be in the right place at the right time with his weight properly distributed.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOQEPLXD5Y1
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Then reading distance. Silas standing at various ranges, having Cel identify whether he could reach with a thrust, a slash, a lunge. Getting it wrong meant a light tap from the spear - not punishment exactly, just immediate feedback that left no room for misunderstanding.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX9hGEMEAKD
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“Better,” Silas said as Cel completed another sequence. “Your lead foot is still hesitating, but the adjustment is there. You’re thinking about it, which means eventually you’ll stop needing to think about it.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1RkhX4LKNy
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Cel’s breathing remained controlled. Sweat dampened his shirt despite the void dimension’s lack of ambient temperature. The exertion was more mental than physical - forcing his body to move in ways that felt wrong, unnatural.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdhXIT70bfJ
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Behind them, a soft sound emerged from the couch.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpA9l0HYXqD
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Snoring.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3njgs3SxxD
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Cel glanced over his shoulder. Zara had shifted position at some point, now sprawled across the cushions with one arm dangling off the edge, her dark-red hair falling across her face. Her chest rose and fell in the steady rhythm of sleep, completely unbothered by the training happening twenty steps away.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmHtpfYIOd8
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Silas followed his gaze and grinned. “Don’t take it personally - she finds most things boring.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOj6kvAJAN
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They continued.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdZEP2YBmEo
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More footwork. More distance work. Then Silas introduced timing - having Cel watch for specific tells in his movement and react accordingly. A shift of weight, a subtle rotation of the spear shaft, a change in breathing pattern. Small details that telegraphed intent if you knew how to read them.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMKOMOk6bvh
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Cel got it wrong more often than right. Each mistake earned a light tap - shoulder, ribs, knee, wherever Silas deemed appropriate. Not painful, but accumulating into a constant awareness of failure.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxeVR7ikPoh
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The training continued until Silas finally called a halt. Cel’s body felt strange - not exhausted in the way combat exhausted him, but drained from the sustained mental effort of breaking and rebuilding basic movement patterns.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡte90TAxHGh
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“That’s enough for tonight,” Silas said, dismissing his spear. “You’ve got classes tomorrow and you need some recovery time.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS4DRIcO3dd
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Cel dismissed Silent Moon, feeling the familiar sensation of the blade returning to wherever it existed when not manifested. “Same time tomorrow?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtV7S7XYeMB
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“Every night until your final examination. Which means...” Silas counted on his fingers. “We’ve got maybe two months?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPTVtNQm5O2
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“Something like that.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbguSBIIQi8
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“Not enough time.” Silas shook his head. “But we’ll make it work. You’ve got good instincts and a good body - we just need to give you enough technical foundation that you don’t die immediately. The rest comes later.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCzlp3RTtQo
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The vote of confidence wasn’t particularly reassuring.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9zoQN0ePZ6
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Behind them, Zara continued snoring.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWSjqUUJP0y
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Cel left through the rift, stepping back into the abandoned bar with its grimy windows and warped floorboards. The transition from void dimension to normal reality left him slightly disoriented - his senses adjusting to the sudden presence of ambient sound, air movement, the subtle vibrations of a living city.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Zean8Gzzx
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The days fell into rhythm.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx5Va5Np04H
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Classes during the day. Theoretical lessons in the morning, combat training in the afternoon. Cel performed adequately in both - good enough to maintain his ranking, not so exceptional that he drew uncomfortable attention. The middle ground of competence.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡowkekbqfgb
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Nights belonged to Silas. The training varied slightly - sometimes focusing on footwork, sometimes on reading opponents, occasionally pure conditioning that pushed even his enhanced body to its limits. Zara attended sporadically, usually falling asleep on her couch within the first hour. Once she didn’t show up at all.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ732870bUod
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The off-days followed their own pattern. Cel would visit the Moon Goddess church, where Lyra tended to whatever small duties the church demanded. They’d talk about the city, about the small details of daily life, about nothing of consequence. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRpPcMeKLMI
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Afterward, he’d go to the Golden Hart. The bartender had come to expect him, always having a drink ready - something dark and bitter that Cel couldn’t taste but appreciated for the ritual of it. They’d talk, or not talk, and the familiar environment provided something resembling comfort.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqtkb45luZ3
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Amidst the rhythm of his days, the burden of Selina’s task weighed on him. The words echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the journey he had yet to undertake: uncovering the essence of his true self. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyZMJRHxUwS
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The instruction circled through his thoughts during quiet moments. Between sparring sequences. During lectures he’d heard a dozen times. Each interaction, each moment spent in the company of others, felt tinged with the urgency of that mission.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJyfPp9eoxl
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Who was he?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnJ5QWKa4vc
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Celvian of House Solmar?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcYUgouD46
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The Moon Chosen commoner at the Academy?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yl3VapvS1
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White Death of the Reckoning?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSV6kTGaZ1y
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None of those felt like answers to Selina’s question. She’d meant something deeper. Something he couldn’t articulate because he didn’t understand it himself.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡINdK8Bst8G
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The thought fragmented as someone’s boot nudged his shin under the dining table.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg1jI8fpJ8i
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Cel’s attention snapped back to the present. The Academy dining hall surrounded him - long tables packed with students, conversations creating a dull roar of ambient noise, the smell of bread and roasted meat filling the air.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZCXLRBNyX3
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Lior sat across from him, wheat-blond hair falling into worried sky-blue eyes. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUmjug2e807
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“Well, well, well.” Kyros’s voice carried that particular tone of false pleasantness that preceded cruelty. “If it isn’t the Academy’s most pitiful Moon Chosen and his even more pathetic friend.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtZCoz2vDFU
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Cel looked up slowly. Kyros stood at the head of their table, flanked by two of his usual followers - nobles whose names Cel had never bothered learning. They wore their superiority like badges, expressions ranging from casual contempt to active disgust.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVUIZRwrbP
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“Lord Kyros.” Cel kept his voice neutral. “Can we help you with something?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ZlslWzE5X
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“Help me?” Kyros laughed - sharp and theatrical, meant to draw attention from nearby tables. It worked. Conversations died around them, students turning to watch. “What could blessed trash possibly help me with?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXG9Kx28ONu
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One of his followers snickered. The other smiled in a way that suggested he was already anticipating whatever came next.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOJPoVJgtq7
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Cel set down his fork carefully. Forced his hands to remain still on the table despite the tension building in his shoulders. “Then perhaps you could help us by taking your business elsewhere? We’re trying to eat.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoIurBylxiN
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“Trying to eat.” Kyros repeated the words slowly, as if tasting each syllable. “Does blessed trash even deserve to eat in the same hall as those actually chosen by true deities?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAzQpSMTzwk
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Lior’s face had gone pale. His hands gripped the edge of the table hard enough that his knuckles showed white.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJoltg6K8iH
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Cel took a breath. Let it out slowly. The anger was there - always there, a constant companion since his childhood. He'd grown used to this kind of treatment long ago. And eventually, he'd learned to endure it - to control it - rather than let it control him. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmrn4AaYrbp
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“You’re absolutely right,” he said.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDi5jvJ1Kuc
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The words landed in complete silence. Kyros’s expression flickered - surprise quickly covered but visible for half a heartbeat.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjzdaeD7CnE
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“We’re weaker than you,” Cel continued, his tone steady and matter-of-fact. “Not as great as someone blessed by the mighty Sun God. Not as worthy of the Academy’s resources or attention.” He met Kyros’s amber eyes without flinching. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡop0QWEbDFt
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Kyros’s jaw worked. Clearly he’d expected resistance. Defiance. Something he could use to justify escalation. Instead he’d gotten agreement, delivered with such calm sincerity that it defused his prepared script.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDVMlSviGQQ
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“I—” He stopped. Regrouped. “At least you know your place.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu4vsBJhtbr
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“We do.” Cel picked up his fork again. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to finish our meal. In peace, if that’s acceptable to someone of your standing.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcEzHUZceMD
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The false deference was so perfectly executed that one of Kyros’s followers actually nodded in approval before catching himself.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5TtdPWoZNx
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Kyros’s face flushed red. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. For a moment, Cel thought he might actually throw a punch right there in the dining hall, consequences be damned.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCNI0SrLP5b
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Then Kyros spun on his heel and stalked away, his followers scrambling to keep pace.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnCCK5Pea7l
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Conversations resumed gradually around them. The moment of entertainment had passed, attention drifting back to food and gossip.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5OddfxrwN
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Lior stared at Cel with an expression somewhere between awe and confusion. “What was that?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkbyOT088GC
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“Survival.” Cel returned to the mechanical process of eating. “Sometimes the best way to win is not playing the game they want you to play.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAYmk7I4qDi
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“You sound like you’ve done this before,” Lior said, his voice hesitant, curiosity barely covering doubt. “Have you?” 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuGQjNv5svY
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The question hung in the air between them. It was more than Lior had ever dared to ask. Cel considered how to answer. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqMLHsKWLmX
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“Enough times to know how it works,” he said finally. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVE3lnZGapu
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Lior’s eyes narrowed, scrutiny creeping into his expression. Cel saw the shift and felt the weight of Selina’s question all over again.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3r0bZ4OERb
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“Why do people even become like that? What makes someone wake up and decide to spend their energy making others miserable?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWuFdN6QKL
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Cel considered the question while chewing something that might have been chicken. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDytuewAYkt
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“Lots of reasons,” he said finally. “Sometimes they’re taught it. Their families raise them to believe they’re inherently better, that commoners exist to serve.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfDWEacmk5y
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He paused, organizing his thoughts.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLu9UHJxqeS
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“Sometimes it’s insecurity. They’re afraid of being seen as weak, so they have to constantly prove their strength by making others feel weaker. It’s not about you - it’s about them needing to believe they’re superior.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPYi8DmrUrf
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Lior nodded slowly, processing.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwhyZmwMWk
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“And sometimes… it’s just cruelty. Some people enjoy having power over others. Enjoy watching them flinch. There’s no clear reason behind it - they just like causing pain.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUaWbJKa4b
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“Which one is Kyros?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TJcxQJMCX
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“Don’t know.” Cel set down his fork. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlI29SNxQGf
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Lior’s expression had gone troubled. “So what do we do? Just... take it? Forever?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKw0ZdLtou
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“There are two ways to handle someone as prideful as Kyros.” Cel’s voice dropped lower, meant only for Lior’s ears. “Take it and endure until he loses interest. Or crush him so completely that he doesn’t want to come near you again.” He held Lior’s gaze. "The middle ground doesn't exist. Any resistance just escalates things. It gives him excuse to go harder. So whatever you do, don't talk back." 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZfKNRxEzBu
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Silence stretched between them.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBcouTuXXnv
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Then Lior’s expression shifted - worry giving way to something like confusion. “Didn’t you just talk back to him?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiViKaUPwtr
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Cel opened his mouth. Closed it.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWMwYerHpgX
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“Shit.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPE5kmyqyQU
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Lior’s worried expression broke into a tentative smile. “So what happens now?”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTAPjmYKpZ
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“Let’s just...” Cel rubbed his forehead. “Hope for the best.”176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqgPpaTUCF
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They finished their meal in relative quiet, neither particularly optimistic.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPNddFSRU8R
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Evening fell across the Academy with the usual progression of shadows and fading light. Classes concluded. Students filtered back to dormitories in their usual clusters. Cel climbed the stairs to the commoner wing with his mind already drifting toward the night’s training session with Silas.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHjjd7lRJt
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“Hey Trash."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczzI7GL3gs
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The voice came from behind - flat and cold, carrying across the empty corridor with perfect clarity.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNlANc6yybh
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Cel stopped. Exhaled slowly through his nose. 176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUOi7nKPiy
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