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... he match held its breath.
No whistle. No break. No foul.
Just a quiet shift in energy, impossible to measure but impossible to ignore.
The ball moved, yes.
But the rhythm had changed.
Not slower. Not quicker. It was just... different.
It was tense, coiled like a spring pressed too tight.
Something was coming.
Everyone felt it.
Players were breathing harder—not from fatigue, but from something deeper.
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