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... gress with the mystic arts had become steadier—each morning bringing new insights, each evening ending with measurable improvement. The endless repetition of forms and meditation had begun to reshape not just his abilities, but his thinking.
Mid-August arrived with an unexpected interruption.
Arthur had just completed his morning meditation when a distinctive crack echoed across the garden, startling nearby students. A small figure materialized beside a flowering plum tree, drawi ...
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