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... ed like a monk.
Each morning, before the dew had dried from the leaves, he returned to the same tree—his tree—near the edge of the golden fields. His footsteps were silent, his presence barely noticed. He no longer gave orders. He no longer trained with the others. He barely spoke.
He simply... sat.
Cross-legged beneath the same rough bark, the roots curling like old bones beneath him, he closed his eyes and listened—to himself, to his breath, to the ghosts that still sti ...
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