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... hrough duels like a bull, Felix clawing at him with sheer grit. Damian slid in from the shadows, ghosting into tackles, forcing mistakes that shouldn’t have been possible. And at the center, Silas conducted it all—barely moving, barely raising his voice, yet every small, unseen touch bent the rhythm of the match.
It was like facing a hydra. Cut off one head, and two more rose. Riverside’s midfield domination didn’t just feel like talent—it felt like inevitability.
Lincoln couldn’ ...
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