Sample V-07: The Amnesia of the Apex
(Style C: Tragic Romance) The applause was a wall of sound, a physical force that pushed me back against the mound. I had done it. The championship was ours. I could see the confetti raining down like colorful snow, and I could see Clara in the front row, her face illuminated by a mixture of pride and tears. She was the only reason I had survived the grueling years of training, the only person...
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