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... s of the final whistle, the triumphant march towards our fans... it all compressed into a single, silent point of focus. The tablet. Sarah was holding it out to me, her hands trembling slightly, her eyes shining with a wild, impossible light. The screen glowed in the twilight of the stadium, a beacon in the gathering dark.
I read the table once, twice, a third time. The numbers swam, refusing to settle, refusing to make sense. It was like trying to read a foreign language, a language of ...
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