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CHAPTER 39 What Was Trained For
Author: CreativeMind
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Morning came like nothing had happened.

The sun rose. The market opened. Voices returned. Egba moved forward with the specific indifference of a city that had learned not to pause for anything that did not directly threaten its commerce.

Omogun moved through it with purpose.

Not grief. Not lingering. He had made his peace with the loss in the night's quiet and had woken with the specific clarity that comes after something has been fully felt and fully set down. He was Ogun in the streets — pl
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