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... sy, locked somewhere between the real and unreal.
"Maestro state."
"Tempo sight."
A thousand rhythms collided inside him.
Footsteps. Screeches. The crowd.
Every sound became a signal.
Every motion a melody.
If he could find the thread—
The perfect tempo—
He wouldn’t just read the court.
He would own it.
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