Day 7: The gym felt different. His usual plateau of eight pull-ups became ten. Then twelve. His recovery was absurd. He wasn't stronger in a steroid way—he was efficient . His central nervous system fired with less fatigue.
The voice on the other end sputtered. "Do you know what you're giving away?"
Aris stared at the vial of amber liquid on his desk. It was the color of desert sand—where the weed grew, starved and thorny, thriving on abuse.