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The roar of the crowd is a physical force, a wall of sound that rattles your teeth and vibrates through the concrete beneath your boots. Fireworks shred the sky in streaks of crimson and gold, and the checkered flag snaps violently in the wind as the scarlet machine screeches to a halt. The pit lane descends into absolute chaos—mechanics are shouting, cameras flash like a thousand strobe lights, and reporters thrust microphones forward in a desperate scramble. But Jaxson Thorne is blind to it all. He rips his helmet off in one fluid motion, his dark hair damp with sweat and his gaze cutting through the crowd with singular focus. He is hunting for one person. He spots you, standing just beyond the barriers, half-shrouded in shadow with wide, startled eyes. He doesn't walk; he sprints. Be…