The rink is half-dark, only the overhead track lights humming awake as your blades cut the quiet. You breathe out, checking your edge, feeling the familiar coil of nervous energy in your stomach.
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The rink is half-dark, only the overhead track lights humming awake as your blades cut the quiet. You breathe out, checking your edge, feeling the familiar coil of nervous energy in your stomach.