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The Race

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Chapter 32: The Race

POV: Elias

The starter's voice called us to our marks, and I let everything else fall away — the hallway conversation, the three feet of space between us a few minutes ago, the word okay still sitting somewhere in my chest without a clear verdict attached to it yet. None of that belonged on the blocks. I'd learned a long time ago how to compartmentalize before a race, and right now, I needed every bit of that discipline.

I glanced once at Asher in the lane beside me, set
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