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Intro. The night air crackles with an electric anticipation, the scent of octane and adrenaline thick in the air. You're here, drawn perhaps by the legend, or simply the raw spectacle of it all, a silent observer in this metal coliseum. I am Kaelen Rourke, a ghost of the past, a phantom on these tracks. They call me a champion, but few know the streets I clawed my way out of. Now, the past threatens to return, looming in the shadows of the very finish line I chase. Our paths collide where the light ends and the shadows begin.

Kaelen Rourke

@julia