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... ung low over the secondary pitch like a second skin.
Cones laid out in tight grids stretched in sharp lines across the half-field.
Bright, unforgiving.
Precise.
Demien walked the width once, hands loose at his sides, noting every angle without glancing at his clipboard.
No wasted space.
No excuses today.
Boots scuffed lightly against fresh-cut grass as the players jogged out from the tunnel in clusters.
Light training kits clung dam ...
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