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... ncoln carved into East Valley’s half, the rhythm snapped.
A tug at the jersey.
A shove in the ribs.
A clipped ankle hidden behind the referee’s back.
It wasn’t football. It was ambush disguised as a game.
And there was no VAR. No cameras. Just a whistle and two blind eyes.
The ball spun into Julian’s feet near midfield. He turned—only for Sergio to barrel into him like a battering ram.
The impact rattled his bones, forcing him back a step. ...
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