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... just that—a chance. Close didn’t count.
Julian rolled his shoulders, breath misting in the cold. He’d tested the keeper once, and Malik had lived up to his numbers. That was fine.
He hadn’t even unleashed Martial Memory yet. That was fine. He hadn’t even unleashed Martial Memory yet.
The taste of that earlier shot still lingered on his boot—the near-miss, the clang of the bar.
It was a reminder, not a setback.The next time... the next time, the net would ripple. < ...
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