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... ght stretching across the training pitch remained. Monaco’s mountains cast lengthening shadows as day surrendered.
Water bottles hissed open in tired hands. Boots scraped lazily across worn turf. Brief laughter emerged—subdued and honest. The kind that surfaces when muscles ache too much for egos.
Demien sat by the equipment crates, a folded clipboard untouched in his lap. His eyes traced patterns across the field, not watching everything, just the things that mattered.
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