Chapter 8 · free to read
Day nine. One day left — and for the first time he walked to his mark carrying a plan instead of a prayer.
Ball one turned. Ball two turned less. Ball three did not turn at all — and it still was not the twin.
A maiden over against the best bat in the academy. No freak ball. No miracle. Just six deliveries that knew where they were going.
He had built an over nobody could read. It took eleven minutes to make it readable.
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