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... clean overhead, humming low like something mechanical breathing. Flags waved behind the far goal, red and white stripes bending over drums that didn’t stop even when the teams lined up. PSV’s tunnel was narrow. The kind that forced players to brush shoulders whether they meant to or not.
Demien stood still as Monaco came out, coat folded over his arm. He didn’t walk behind them. Just waited, eyes on the first three steps of the turf like they might give away what was coming.
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