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After the match, a boy with a patched jacket and a quiet smile slipped a folded note beneath her wristband. It read: “You don’t play for the crown. You play to hear what’s left unsaid.” Rinnet frowned. That same song had played again and again during the last measures of her set, but she hadn’t noticed anything different—only the rhythm, only the score. Still, the line settled in her thoughts as she cycled through the arcade’s other machines.

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