Edge of Violence

The heavy oak doors of the pack house gave way under my palms, revealing corridors that felt unnervingly muted.

The usual chaotic thrum of our headquarters hadn't vanished, but my heightened senses isolated every individual detail. The sharp tang of lemon cleaner, the muffled thud of training spars echoing from the distant courtyards, the scrape of my boots against the polished stone.

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