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... e stronghold closed with a final, echoing thud.
The sound did not feel like protection.
It felt like transformation.
Five-year-old Long Hao stood in the center of the courtyard, mud still clinging to his ankles, rainwater dripping from the hem of torn clothes. Around him, children trained in silence—steel against steel, wooden blades striking stone dummies, bodies rolling across cold tiles without a wasted breath.
No one stared for long.
They assessed.
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