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Rodin lifted his chin to the bar. The straps of the pack dug into his shoulders, even with the padding, and the weight forced him to pull harder, his forearms and biceps painful now. Sweat ran into his eyes, ran down his back, dripped from his toes. His skin felt alive, even those parts under the fabric of his shorts, the only clothing he wore.
He made another pull-up, then lowered his body, keeping tension in his arms all the time, refusing to allow himself to fall.
It was important to keep full control of his body.
The door opened, and harsh light invaded the training area.
“You training in the dark again?”
Vanya walked in, slamming her hand on the light controls as she passed them. Rodin blinked, and straightened his knees, placed his feet on the ground. Ignoring the thro
