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... y as Ryan pulled into the lot at the Roarers Training Center.
The training center was quiet, the team’s morning session long over.
He didn’t linger in the gym—just made a beeline for the medical room, rapping lightly on the door before stepping inside.
"Ryan," Dr. Lopez greeted him, glancing up from a clipboard. "Right on time. How’s it feeling?"
"Throat’s way better, no more fog in my head," Ryan said, his voice steadier than yesterday’s rasp. "Still got a bit of ...
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