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... ned for this. It wasn’t made for what he had in mind. But in that moment, with a steep slope ahead and time slipping through his fingers, it was his only shot at stealing back the lead.
He crouched near the edge, tightening his core, calculating the angle through echolocation pings bouncing off the terrain... The slope was long. Steep. Crude. Grass and dirt patches made it rough, but not rough enough to slow him down if he committed to it.
Behind him, candidates were still pushin ...
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