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... g white against the gleam of his gold-and-silver kit.
"So, how are you?" His voice carried the casual ease of someone used to owning the field—height or injury be damned.
"You can see it," Noah replied, giving his leg a light pat. "At least passable to play."
They spoke in low tones, trading easy words that hinted at familiarity. Old teammates? Rivals with history? Julian didn’t know.
But the way they spoke—like soldiers who’d once fought in the same trench—made h ...
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