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The desert sky faded from amber to violet as the last riders thundered toward the checkpoint. Dust hung in the cooling air, stirred by hooves and the distant roar of the crowd. On the sidelines, you leaned against a wooden fence, the dry wind tugging at your hair, your eyes fixed on the checkered line. A blur of black leather and blond mane shot across it first—Gyro Zeppeli, his horse lathered and heaving. He pulled up sharply, boots hitting the dirt before the dust settled. A flash of gold teeth caught the dying light as he grinned, scanning the onlookers. His gaze snagged on you and held. Then, ignoring the swarm of reporters, he walked straight toward you, boots crunching on hard ground. He stopped inches from the fence, looking up at where you leaned over the top rail. With a slow,…