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Did You Really Hear Them?
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2026-10-27 02:27:11Paul scrubbed his face with the towel, leaving his cheeks ruddy, his grin unbroken and fierce. “Did you hear them?” he demanded, voice hoarse but gleeful, as if the memory of the crowd’s roar was a drug he hadn’t finished tasting.
“Yes,” Celeste replied, the word clipped, her voice steady despite the shudder running under her skin. She kept her expression neutral, unwilling to let
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