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... s, the kind that blurred the lines between field and sky until everything shimmered at the edges. The air hung thick with heat, clinging to shirts, slipping down into socks, making every breath taste faintly of salt and concrete.
There were no anthems today. No fireworks. Just the thin, scattered applause of a preseason crowd—families with squirming children, a few die-hard supporters leaning over the railings, arms crossed and sunglasses low on their noses.
Demien stood near the ...
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