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... serpents, their heat licking the night air without rising further.
My breathing was slow. Measured. I inhaled for four counts, held for two, then exhaled through my nose. With each breath, I drew qi from my dantian and guided it in a looped cycle; flowing through my limbs, brushing the edge of the flame, then circling back again.
Where once the act of holding fire on both hands and feet would’ve drained me within minutes, now the flames simply remained. Like keeping a pot warm on ...
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