They Mocked the Quiet Old Man Until the Gym’s Forgotten History Spoke Back

half a step, maybe less. No hurry. No jerk. No big sweep.

Ryan’s hand closed on air.

He blinked.

Thomas stood just beside him now, calm as a fence post.

The room inhaled as one.

Ryan forced a laugh.

“Okay. Slippery.”

Thomas said nothing.

Ryan tried again, faster than he should have.

Alvarez said, “Slow.”

Ryan did not slow enough.

Thomas shifted his weight.

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