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... at returned like it owned the place, baking the pitch in a slow simmer. The synthetic turf radiated warmth through Thiago’s boots, and even at 8 a.m., the lines drawn on the field shimmered like they’d been painted with sunlight.
Thiago stood at the edge of the training ground, balancing on one leg, stretching his hamstring. Around him, voices buzzed—players swapping jokes, coaches barking warm-up orders, cleats tapping against grass and turf.
He barely heard any of it.
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