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The players who had just come off the court sat slumped on the bench, towels draped over their heads. Trainers moved swiftly between them, massaging sore legs, pressing ice packs against swollen joints. The silence was heavy — no jokes, no chatter.
Malik was still in the arena’s medical room, undergoing an MRI. The remaining eleven players didn’t say a word.
The dry-erase board rattled as Coach Crawford slammed his palm against it, the marker squeaking violently as he and hi ...
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