Book2Chapter3
Tavany's POV The courtyard smelled sharply of rain and dust, a metallic tang hanging in the damp air beneath the dim, flickering glow of a lone streetlight struggling against the darkness. The wet concrete beneath my boots reflected shards of light like fractured glass, slick and unforgiving. I landed lightly, letting my weight settle with practiced grace, allowing the subtle ripple of energy to pulse through my veins. The faint hum of the city wrapped around me, a living, breathing organism that thrummed in rhythm with my own heartbeat. Tonight was not about hiding in shadows or escaping danger—it was about pushing myself beyond every limit I had ever dared approach, about testing the fragile boundaries between control and chaos. The anomalies had gathered into a loose, watchful circle
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