Sebastian POVThe heavy oak doors of my study sat half-open.Late afternoon sun streamed through the wide bay windows, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. A large, velvet-lined mahogany display case rested on the central table, its glass lid pulled back.I held my navy Los Angeles Kings jersey in both hands. The fabric felt familiar under my palms, heavy, slightly stiff around the stitched white numbers, smelling faintly of arena laundry detergent and cold ice. The gold captain’s "C" patch sat prominent over the left breast, slightly frayed at the edges from hits against the glass.Fifteen years of my life lived inside this sweater, fifteen years of early morning skates, broken ribs, bloody knuckles, and championship runs.I folded the sleeves inward with deliberate care, setting the jersey flat inside the velvet lining. Next to it, I placed my padded gloves and my gold championship ring from our final series against Toronto.Footsteps stopped near the t
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