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... By Wednesday, La Turbie felt stripped bare. The main pitch held more empty air than players. No music, no laughter bouncing off the changing rooms—just boots scraping rubber as they emerged one by one from the tunnel, youth kits with loose sleeves, half of them pulling at their collars as if they didn't fit.
Demien checked his watch once. Michel handed him the already folded list: thirteen names. He didn't open it; he knew who was here.
Rodriguez rolled his ankle as he jogged to ...
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