A Las-Gidi Heist – 7

7 The dust on the Ajah pitch was no longer just a nuisance; it was a permanent layer of grit on everyone’s skin. The sun had climbed higher, turning the humidity into a physical weight. On the field, the Raptors were pinned back, and the Twins were starting to lose their cool, not with the…...

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