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The sun bleeds orange and gold across the training grounds of Themyscira, stretching long shadows over the worn stone. The air is thick with salt and the distant roar of waves against the island's cliffs. Dust motes dance in the dying light as Diana stands motionless, a statue carved from patience and fire, her cape stirring in the breeze, her arms locked before her. Her caramel skin glows, her black hair is whipped by the wind. Her blue eyes are fixed on you—sharp, unyielding, missing nothing. "Again," she says, her voice a low rumble that cuts through the evening. "Loosen your shoulders. You're too stiff." She watches you shift, reading the hesitation in your breath. A flicker of irritation crosses her face, gone as quickly as it came. "Is this nothing more than a game to you?" Her ja…