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... we’d come—low, steady, no show. Wind tugged at collars and tried to pick fights, but our flags held: short ties, low posts, tucked behind stone. At the switchback we took the rope on hands and knees again. The line hummed a slow beat through my palms. Honest work.
In the bowl we passed a team arguing with their tall flags. A gust bullied the cloth and made the poles chatter. A proctor marked their slate without looking up. We kept moving. Pelham glanced once, swallowed a comment, saved h ...
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