The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

His muscles screamed before he even stood.

Twenty-four miles had already emptied him out.

There was nothing left in him except will.

But will, Marcus had learned, could be a kind of fuel.

He lifted.

For a moment, the whole world went white at the edges.

The medic stepped close. “Easy. Easy.”

“I’ve got her,” Marcus said through clenched teeth.

And he did.

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