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... ating it like glass—passing, lingering, resetting without much edge to it."
And it was just as Peter Drury described it.
It wasn’t a lack of ideas; it was a room full of ghosts.
No one wanted to be the one caught in Izan’s shadow again.
Then Piatelli snapped.
He stepped into a lazy backpass meant for Gaya, stuck out a boot, and spun in one fluid motion.
His body jerked forward, dragging the ball under his sole before snapping his head towa ...
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