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... but its echo remained—soaked into the pitch, the boots, the bones of the training ground.
Morning broke grey and flat. The kind of morning where even the sun seemed hesitant, peeking through clouds but never fully committing. The sky looked undecided, the way Niels sometimes felt when standing too long over a formation sheet. He sipped his coffee at the edge of the pitch, clipboard tucked under one arm, watching as the squad filed out one by one.
There was a slight buzz in the ai ...
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