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... ough to slick the pitch and paint the city grey.
Thiago stood under the shelter outside the academy dorms, lacing his boots with care. He pulled the knot tight, then gave each boot a quick tap against the concrete wall—left, then right—like a ritual.
The air smelled like cut grass and damp clay. Far across the field, cones were already being laid down in sharp, geometric patterns.
Today’s training was being run by someone else.
Moreira was away on academy business ...
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