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The Guard?
As the attacker was restrained, people slowly gathered their breath. The moment had passed, but the tension lingered like static. Dwayne exhaled, finally allowing himself to feel the weight of what almost happened. He turned back to the guard, who remained stoic but gave him the faintest nod. It was a small gesture—almost invisible—but Dwayne understood. This wasn’t over. Not for the guard. Not for him.
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