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... gainst concrete, muted by the low hum of conversations too low to make sense of. A few players wiped sweat from their brows. Others tugged silently at the collars of damp shirts. No arguments. No shouting. Only the heavy breathing of a squad that knew they had been second-best for most of the half.
Demien walked among them, steps unhurried, body language steady.The ones who had doubts — and there were more than a few — they could feel it.The way authority wrapped around him like a second ...
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