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... lick, but it might as well have been a guillotine’s thud.
The air inside was heavy, thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint hum of a holo-screen cycling through Silvergate Youth Academy’s latest metrics.
Marcus Varnell, the Youth Team Director, sat behind his sleek glass desk, his early-fifties frame looking smaller than usual, as if the weight of the moment pressed him into his navy blazer.
His balding crown gleamed under the recessed lights, and his eyes, us ...
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