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... ng the faint hum of the city outside. Dim, flickering overhead lights cast long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of old metal and sweat, remnants of whatever industrial work had been done here before it was abandoned.
A single heavy bag hung from a rusted chain, swaying slightly from my last punch.
I shook out my hands, exhaling through my nose. Something felt off.
My brows furrowed.
I wasn't just swinging blindly—I under ...
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