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Shadows and Resolve
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2025-06-03 08:00:11The storm raged outside the Talons’ stadium, rain lashing against the windows, thunder shaking the glass. Inside, the press conference room was a tempest of its own—voices shouting, cameras flashing, security struggling to keep order. Alexandra stood at the podium, Jeremy at her side, Lockjaw and a handful of teammates forming a protective wall around her. The air was thick with tension, the weight of every eye in the room pressing down on her.
She had just finished speaking, her voice steady despite the chaos. “I am here to tell the truth. I have nothing to hide. I have been cleared of these accusations before, and I will be cleared again. I will not let lies or threats silence me.”The room fell silent for a moment, the tension electric. Then, as if on cue, the storm outside broke—lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the world seemed to hold its breath.Trey, the man from her past, stood at the back of the room, his face smug, his phone raised as if to
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