Cressida's povThe rink was cold and the ice was black and the lights were bright and the air was sharp.I had been skating for hours and my legs were burning and my lungs were aching and my heart was pounding. The drills were relentless and Coach was shouting and the team was moving and the ice was alive. It felt good. It felt normal. It felt like something I could control.Raven was beside me and her dark curls were wild and her cheeks were flushed and her voice was bright."Faster," she said."I am going as fast as I can.""You can go faster.""I cannot go faster.""You can."I pushed harder and the blades bit into the ice and the world blurred around me. The cold air hit my face and the wind whistled in my ears and the burn in my legs was sharp and sweet."Better," Raven said."Better.""Good."We skated to the boards and leaned against them and our breath was fogging and our chests were heaving."This is nice," I said."This is exhausting.""Same thing."She laughed and the sound
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