Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVThe week dragged on like a slow, painful death sentence.Every morning I woke up with the same heavy feeling in my chest. The championship was a few weeks away, and the pressure was suffocating. It was not just about winning anymore. It was about proving we belonged here. About proving that all the sacrifices, all the pain, all the doubt had been worth it. The entire team felt it. The air in the locker room was thick with tension. No one joked the way we used to. Even the usual banter had died down to awkward silence or forced small talk.Carl was still missing.His absence hung over us like a dark cloud. The coaching staff had brought in a replacement goalie, a young guy from the reserves named Marcus. He was talented, sure, but he was not Carl. He did not have that same fire, that same connection with the defense. Every time he stepped onto the ice, I could see the team adjusting, trying to make it work, but it was not the same. The rhythm was off. The tr
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