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The locker room is a tomb of quiet, the celebration outside a distant, grating soundtrack. I stand with my back to the door, a pillar of stillness amidst the ghosts of our failure at the Inter High. My reflection in the locker is a flat, controlled mask, but my hand, gripping the metal, trembles with a violence I refuse to release. The air smells of antiseptic and sweat. I don't turn to face you, you, but I know you're there. The silence is my answer.