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Something Brewing

Hidden in the tension was something more. A flicker. A brewing shift that neither the crowd nor Dwayne’s friends could name. Something about the air felt different—thicker, heavier. Dwayne didn’t speak. He didn’t move. But the guard’s message still echoed in his mind. He had to act. Soon. Before it was too late. The warning was more than just words.
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