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... ely piercing through the curtains. Amani lay sprawled on the couch, one leg dangling over the side, the other stretched across the armrest. His muscles ached from the week’s brutal training, a soreness so deep it felt stitched into his bones, but beneath it, pride glowed quietly.
He’d survived Week One. More than that, he’d owned it.
From the kitchen, Malik’s familiar racket filled the air, cupboard doors banging, spoons clattering, the sound of someone who looked like they were ...
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