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Chapter 5

The morning sun had barely stretched over the skyline when I finished my usual routine-coffee brewed strong enough to kick my soul awake, shirt sleeves rolled with half-hearted precision, and my mind buzzed with half a dozen things that couldn't be solved by caffeine alone.

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