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... ng air like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.
The hunt had begun.
Julian’s cleats bit into the turf as he exploded forward.
The ball rolled to meet him, each touch smooth and alive under his foot, as if it had been waiting for him all morning.
The cold in the air didn’t just bite—it burned along his lungs with every inhale, making his breath hiss between clenched teeth.
Each sound in the stadium seemed magnified: the snap of a banner in the wind, the faint t ...
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