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... on sky. No rain yet, but the kind of moisture in the air that clung to skin, settled into jackets, made you feel soaked even when you weren't.
Floodlights buzzed faintly overhead—warm amber against a day that refused to wake fully.
Jake stood in the technical area, coat zipped halfway, one boot toeing the edge of the paint. Arms crossed loosely, not defensive—just waiting. Not tense. Just tuned.
The stadium was near full. Not loud. Not yet. The kind of hush that knew how ...
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