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... e kind of sky that made everything below it feel colder, heavier. Frost clung stubbornly along the edges of the pitch, refusing to melt under the weak winter sun.
Every breath hung in the air like smoke, every shout or whistle cutting sharper through the silence because there was no crowd to swallow the sound.
Amani sat on the cold plastic bench, shoulders hunched against the bite of the wind. His academy-issued coat wasn’t quite thick enough, and the chill from the seat seeped t ...
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