THE JUMP NO ONE HAD A NAME FOR
The arena lights always feel colder when the ice is empty. That night, before practice even began, the rink carried a strange stillness, the kind that makes every sound echo a little longer than it should. Skates rested against the boards, blades faintly ticking against the floor, and somewhere in the distance a coach’s voice […]
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