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... through the squeal of sneakers and the steady thud-thud of bouncing balls. For a second, everyone froze. Even the referee’s whistle hung in the air, uncertain. A cool draft rolled inside, carrying with it a hush that swept the bleachers.
A boy stepped through the doorway.
He wore Seishin’s black-and-emerald jacket, half-zipped over a plain white tee. His duffel bag still hung casually over one shoulder, like he had run straight from somewhere else. But it wasn’t the clothes that ...
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