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... railed down the tunnel like the tail end of a warning, not quite a threat, not quite done echoing. By the time Demien stepped back into the morning air at La Turbie, Sunday had already started pretending it was calm. No wind. Just the low crack of boot studs on concrete and the hollow clink of water bottles dropped into crates.
He didn't say anything when he arrived. Didn't have to. The players knew.
The eleven that started in Lille weren't stretching yet. They were sitting. Most ...
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