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... cold didn’t just bite—it seeped deeper with every breath, sinking into muscle and bone. Steam rose from players’ mouths like smoke from a battlefield, each exhale proof of their struggle.
The air itself seemed alive, vibrating with tension, every gust of winter wind cutting across the pitch like a knife, rattling flags, stinging cheeks, numbing fingers.
Boots crunched into the frosted turf with each stride, sending up faint sprays of icy pellets that glittered under the floodlig ...
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