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... , jaw locked so tight the muscles along his neck stood out like steel cables under silk. He dribbled upcourt with deliberate menace—right hand, casual pace that screamed ownership, every bounce a proclamation: this court is mine, this game is mine, this moment is mine.
The stadium still buzzed from the previous sequence, but now the noise had teeth. Everyone knew what was coming. Everyone wanted blood—some for Marcus, some against him, most just for the spectacle of the Earth Prince bei ...
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