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... sistent. Whispering across Valley Parade with the kind of chill that didn't bite, just stayed. Lingered. Crawled into collarbones and the backs of knees. It pressed at the advertising boards like an unwanted guest, ruffled the corner flags just enough to make them fidget.
Jake stood near the sideline, long coat zipped to the base of his throat, one foot resting lightly on the painted touchline. Arms tucked in. Still. The crowd hadn't filled yet, but the air was already tense—like somethi ...
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