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Jax gripped the steering wheel of his custom-built rock crawler, The Infraction . The tires, three feet of jagged rubber, bit into the red dust of the canyon floor. Around him, the "No Copyright" league was assembled—a group of underground racers who lived for the adrenaline of the climb and the purity of the sound. The Ascent

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The engine whined higher. Smoke curled from the wheel wells. He was halfway up, suspended over a sixty-foot drop. Jax gripped the steering wheel of his custom-built