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That night, the pressure peaked. Silas demanded a twenty-four-hour "marathon" to celebrate a sponsorship deal.
The entertainment industry called it development. Leo knew it was a cage.
Leo’s hands cramped. He had been playing for fourteen hours straight. His eyes were bloodshot, the blue light of the monitor searing into his retinas. "I need a break, Silas. My wrists..."
Their eyes met. It was a silent transmission of shared exhaustion.
That night, the pressure peaked. Silas demanded a twenty-four-hour "marathon" to celebrate a sponsorship deal.
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Leo’s hands cramped. He had been playing for fourteen hours straight. His eyes were bloodshot, the blue light of the monitor searing into his retinas. "I need a break, Silas. My wrists..." That night, the pressure peaked
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