The Fall of the Dynasty
The text came at 6:17 AM on a Wednesday. Michael: Five in a row is incredible. But nothing lasts forever. Are you ready for when it ends? Alvin stared at the screen. His heart was heavy. His mind was racing. Michael is right. Nothing lasts forever. But I'm not ready to let go. He got dressed and walked to the gym. The building was quiet. The players were gone. The season was over. But the work wasn't. His phone buzzed. Michael: You awake? Alvin: Yeah. Michael: Same time? Alvin: The Cage. Don't be late. --- The Cage was the same as always. Cracked asphalt. Rusted rims. Chain-link fence. Motion sensor lights that flickered weakly. Michael was already there, a bag of basketballs at his feet. "You're early," Alvin said. "So are you." "How's State?" "Good. We're getting closer
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