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π―he mall buzzed with a not-too-loud energy late on that sunday afternoon. Music echoed from tinny speakers above, and somewhere from a distance, a child was crying β or screaming β maybe both. But inside the rink, things felt.. quieter. Not quiet, but softer somehow. The sounds muted under the layers of chatter and rollerblades gliding over the polished floor