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The roar of the engines at the Swift Racing Circuit was deafening, a primal scream of metal and rubber against the sun-baked asphalt. Sarah Vance suddenly slammed her foot onto the accelerator, her Ferrari tearing through the gates like a red streak of lightning. Dust billowed in massive, suffocating clouds, obscuring the horizon as the track staff stood frozen in awe. They watched as two women