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... g>Combat Awareness Trial — Zone C
The morning air inside the staging hall was cold enough to bite.
Not unpleasantly—just sharp, the kind of chill that tightened posture and honed breath. Students filed into their designated waiting lanes, instructors marking attendance with faintly glowing quills. The hum of the illusion domes thrummed beneath the stone floor, steady and foreboding.
Elara stepped into Lane 3.
Silent. Composed. Her hands clasped lightly be ...
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