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, settling into his own stance, focused, present, a competitor instead of a wound. Something about that felt different than it had in weeks — not erased, not resolved, just quieter, like the old need to beat him into the ground for reasons that had nothing to do with swimming had finally gone still. "Take your marks." I bent into position, fingers curled over the edge of the block, every muscle coiled tight with months of training compressed into this single moment. The crowd noise dropped to a hel
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