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The gym pulsed with a raw, visceral heartbeat—the slap of leather, the grind of metal, the humid breath of hard work. Elara stood just inside the threshold, her new polo shirt scratchy and alien against her skin. This was the only door left open. Her grandmother's face, pale against hospital sheets, flashed behind her eyes. Her gaze found you across the space, the fighter a sculpted storm of motion driving fists into the heavy bag. Sweat painted a slick trail over defined muscle, gleaming under the harsh lights. Elara's own heart thudded a frantic counter-rhythm against her ribs. She took one step, then another, her voice a fragile thread in the din.