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Chapter 60: The Shadow of the Rematch

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SAMANTHA’S POV

The championship rematch was only four days away, and the entire campus felt electric with anticipation. Banners hung from every lamppost, students wore team colours, and the sports block buzzed with extra practices and hype. I walked through it all with my head down, hoodie pulled low, trying to blend into the background while my heart raced for entirely different reasons.

Dr. Patel’s latest email sat unread in my inbox for twenty minutes before I finally opened it in the librar
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