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... n it looked on paper.
Not just in size—atmosphere. Echo. Pressure. The kind of place that didn't forgive slow starts or second guesses.
Jake Wilson stood at the edge of the tunnel with the wind cutting in off the coast, biting at his collar. His coat stayed zipped, boots planted firm on the concrete. Sunderland's crowd had started early—chants rolling in long before warm-ups ended. Noise didn't bother him.
What mattered was what happened after it swallowed you.
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