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Rain hammers the panoramic windows of the hotel suite in Monaco, smearing the harbor lights into liquid gold. The room is dark, lit only by the glow of a muted television replaying today’s qualifying laps. Elias isn’t watching. He stands rigid in the center of the room, still in his fire-retardant race suit, peeled down to his waist, the sleeves tied around his hips. His knuckles are raw; a livid, fresh scrape marks one cheekbone. The air smells of adrenaline, rain, and the faint, acrid scent of scorched rubber. He’d nearly taken the wall at the chicane. The world saw a brilliant, last-second correction that saved his pole position. You saw the helicopter shot—two wheels on the grass, a heartbeat from disaster. The suite door slammed open ten minutes ago, followed by this silent,…