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... Start of the 4th Quarter
The gym was electric. The kind of silence that hums—thick with tension. You could hear sneakers squeaking, the dull thud of basketballs hitting the hardwood, and the crowd holding its collective breath.
Four quarters. One dream. Five minutes to survive.
We were leading—barely. 62–58. But there were no smiles. No fist bumps. Just eyes locked on the court and lungs drawing heavy breaths.
Kaito was still out. He hadn't recov ...
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