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Chapter 38. [1]

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It was a lazy, sunlit afternoon. The narrow gully buzzed with laughter, shouts, and the sharp thwack of a tennis ball. Three bricks made the stumps, an old bat swung once more, and a scuffed ball flew through the air. The spirit of the game was still as fierce as ever.

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