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The usual pre-match ritual—the loud, thumping bass of a playlist, the cheerful, rowdy insults, the sharp, electric smell of anticipation—was gone.
Today, the only sound was the funereal, rain-slicked clatter of studs on concrete as players walked in one by one, their faces grim.
Michael stood in the corner, a silent ghost in a club suit, his presence barely registering.
His "Braves," his giant-killers, looked like a defeated army. They were broken.
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