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... the strap of his bag. He had barely stepped into the tournament hall when the whispers began. His hoodie was soaked from the relentless London rain. His sneakers, worn thin from countless matches, squeaked on the polished floor. His name wasn't on anyone's list of rising stars. And still, he had registered.
With a passport that had finally collected its first international stamp, Anant had made it—alone. No coach, no sponsor, no flashy team jacket. Just the money he scraped together from ...
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