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The Razor’s Edge

The scream of tires was the only sound in the night. Chloe Bishop gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white, her ears straining for the sound of Jin Chen’s brakes. He was a master of drifting with a near-zero error rate on the professional circuit. Whether she could hold her lead depended entirely on the timing of her next move. Even a difference of $0