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... happened. And as tiny as the cracks in the floor my unfinished strike left were, I would have to be blind not to notice them.
Pushed by the momentum, my fist came all the way down and conquered the last inch that separated my knuckles from the floor, only for the imprint to perfectly match what I would expect from the strike measured precisely by my fist.
'But…'
I gulped my saliva down, forgetting all about my anger, annoyance, and frustration in light of the new mystery ...
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