The puck skittered across the ice like a nervous animal, and Anthony Korbin Riendeau chased it with the single minded determination that had made him a decent center, if not a spectacular one. His breath came in white plumes that the wind snatched away immediately, and somewhere behind him he could hear Jamal shouting something that was probably strateg…
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