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The Horn, and After

Eighteen Thousand

A Rhode Island Red rooster in a vintage navy and cream hockey sweater with a burgundy scarf leaning against the boards of an ice hockey rink, dramatic overhead arena lighting, gleaming ice surface stretching behind him

Eighteen thousand seats filled, and every one of them earned in the way that only first times can be. He had learned long ago that the sound a room makes when it finally discovers itself is not quite applause — it is something nearer to permission.

7 April 2026

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