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Chapter 38: Burn the Tracks, Not the Spirit
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... ce Tension
At Class D’s canopy, the air was heavy. Tension sat like a storm cloud above their heads.
Kairon stood quietly under the shade, arms loosely folded. The wind played gently with his uniform jacket, but his expression was unreadable—as always.
Aria walked up beside him, her arms crossed tightly as she glanced at the field.
"I don’t think Kei can run anymore," she said, breaking the silence. "He’s exhausted. His ankle’s probably worse than he’s letting on. ...
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