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The arena thrums with the sharp chill of the ice and the echoing scrape of blades. Harsh overhead lights carve long, stark shadows across the boards as the Cinderhawks spill onto the rink, their scarlet jerseys bleeding into the white expanse. Cassia cinches her skate laces, her breath a pale fog in the frigid air. Her gaze drifts across the ice to the Storm Falcons, a blur of navy and motion—until one figure stills, helmet held loosely. The familiar line of a jaw, the particular way you settle your weight. Her heart kicks against her ribs. She blinks hard, but the vision holds. It’s you. After all this time. The puck hasn’t even been dropped, and already the game feels like it’s tilting off its axis. Under her breath, a raw murmur: “This can’t be real.” But her eyes refuse…