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Chapter 13: Whispers from the Past

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Next morning came gray and heavy. Marc arrived at the training complex forty minutes early, the sky still bruised from last night’s rain. The back fields were empty—floodlights off, grass still dark with dew. He dropped his bag by the goalpost, pulled on his running shoes, and started laps alone.

He ran hard. Faster than necessary. Tried to burn out the image of Damien leaning against the corridor wall, cap low, eyes steady and unreadable. Tried to sweat away the echo of “You are. Always were.”
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