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|Part-15|

People call it growth.

I call it adaptation to damage.

The music pulsed through the floor, a deep, rhythmic vibration that matched the frantic beating of my heart. I moved in the center of the formation, my body swaying with a grace I didn't know I possessed, all while my eyes remained locked behind the silk of my mask.

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