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Elias looked to his left and right. There was no one close enough to challenge them. He felt a strange, sudden peace. This was the moment his grandfather had told him about—the moment you knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that the race was yours.

She surged. The wind whipped Elias’s silks until they snapped like flags. Fifty yards from the finish, the gap between Cinder and the rest of the field grew from two lengths to five, then ten. The roar of the crowd became a distant hum. hands_down

They crossed the finish line with Elias’s , a victory so certain it didn't even require a fight. In that moment, it wasn't just about winning a race; it was the quiet, undeniable proof that sometimes, the greatest control comes from knowing exactly when to let go. Elias looked to his left and right