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Relics of the Past

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The old man folded the pages, careful to crease them at just the right angle. He held his thumb to the flame, letting the heat lick at his fingertips, then pressed them to the paper, sealing the fold into a pocket.

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The Pitch

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As soon as the ball left my hand, I knew it was going to be a good one. I knew it was going to go right over the center of the plate, level with Jimmy Grey’s waist and he was a high swinger.

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