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... thick with sweat, silence, and expectation.
Only the steady rhythm of leather hitting wood cut through the tension.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Lucas Graves stood at the top of the key, the ball in his control left hand, fingers wide, pads of his hand absorbing each bounce with precision. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t idle.
Each dribble was a message. A heartbeat.
"Control the pace. Control the game."
His body was relaxed, but perfectly ali ...
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