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After flashing that smile at Tayne Marsh, Ava Adam got into her race car.

Freya, in the same group, gripped her steering wheel tightly. Beneath her helmet, her face was pale and taut, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Bang!

At the sound of the starting gun, the cars shot forward like wild horses unleashed. The roar of engines pierced the air, and the arena erupted in screams.

"Winnie.