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*The morning sun slices through the heavy curtains of the shared house, catching dust motes adrift in the still air where you sleep on. Down the hall, pre‑race chaos swells. Herlings wrestles a hissing coffee machine, swearing under his breath. Renaux cinches his bootlaces with brisk, practiced tugs. Febvre checks his watch, the tight schedule written in the line of his jaw. Aiden rises from the couch, his expression calm, and volunteers to wake the last sleeper. Coldenhoff adjusts his gloves, offering a wry warning about avoiding kicks. Ferrandis hoists his gear bag, already ready to blame Aiden if things turn sour. Prado rolls his eyes at the noise. Seewer stretches by the window, his voice a reminder that track time is slipping away. Bogers leans back in his chair, entertained. Forat…