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... d down the windows in wavering lines, the gray morning outside heavy with the kind of cold that didn’t announce itself—it just seeped through coats and into your bones. Bradford’s offices at Valley Parade hummed with a low, nervous energy, like a storm gathering off the coast, unseen but impossible to ignore.
Jake Wilson sat across from Michael Stone, the club’s sporting director, the heavy oak desk between them littered with papers that hadn’t been there an hour ago.
The January ...
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