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... at, and the quiet pulse of frustration.
Wet jerseys clung to skin. The floor gleamed with thin trails of mud. Steam from exhausted bodies mixed with the hiss of rain slipping through the vents above.
The scent of liniment and wet grass lingered like a memory that refused to fade. Every breath carried the weight of the pitch itself — damp, earthy, alive.
No one spoke.
Not yet.
Boots scraped against tile. A towel dropped. Hermann sat with his gloves half-off ...
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