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... jungle behind him. The chaotic energy of the transit field dissipated, replaced by the cool, sterile air of a vast, metallic hall.
He took a steadying breath, letting the carefully constructed facade of exhaustion and minor injury settle back onto his face. His shoulder throbbed with a phantom pain from the glancing blow he had allowed himself to take. Maintaining the illusion required constant effort.
He was not alone. The other nine survivors from his trial group materialized ...
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