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... drifted off, his mind dragged him back with noises he didn't even hear. Whispers. Echoes. His teammates' voices. Mercer's smile. Jason's silence. The datapad sitting on Jason's desk like it was waiting to choose for him.
When the morning finally cracked through the blinds of his dorm, Blaze felt like he hadn't rested in a week.
He pulled on a training top, winced when the fabric brushed his healing rib, and headed out. He kept his head down walking through the academy paths. Stud ...
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