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The Awakening Threshold
Author: Cindy Chen
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Consciousness did not return gently.

It surged.

Ronan’s eyes snapped open as if he had been pulled upward from deep water, his breath sharp, chest rising fast before he forced himself to steady it. For a moment the world felt displaced—the ceiling unfamiliar, the light too bright, the quiet too complete.

Then reality settled.

The medical chamber.

The faint hum of stabilizers.

The steady rhythm of distant systems.

But the tension in his body did not fade.

Because what woke him had not been pain.
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