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Shadows In The Rink

The locker room smelled of damp gear and the faint sting of disinfectant. George sat frozen beside me, his elbows resting on his knees, the pain in his ribs forgotten for the moment. The man from the SUV closed the door behind him with a slow, deliberate push.

“It was not an accident,” he said a...