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... his skin.
Warmth. Weight. Pulse.
It had been so long.
So long since he’d felt gravity tug his limbs downward, air rush into lungs, or the way his heartbeat echoed quietly in his ears.
"This..." he muttered, rotating his shoulder, "...is different."
Not better. Not worse.
Just real.
He clenched his fist—no energy, no constructs—just pure muscle. A punch against the air felt grounded now. Defined.
And now, he wanted to know:
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