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Chapter 2: The First Game
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... owly stirred awake.
His vision blurred, his body throbbed with pain, and a faint wave of nausea twisted in his stomach.
For a boy of just seventeen, the sensation was crushing—too heavy, too overwhelming, too real.
Gradually, his vision cleared, revealing a spotless white ceiling.
"Am I at the hospital?" he thought, glancing at the white blanket covering him.
"How did I get here?" he puzzled.
The last thing he remembered was throwing himself forwar ...
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