They reached the statue just as the quill completed its final stroke. The world snapped back into focus, the neon bright and the air warm. But in Elias's hand was a small, leather-bound book that hadn't been there before.
The sky above the sprawling metropolis of Northwoods didn't just change; it fractured.
"We didn't just win a race," Elias whispered, the engine finally falling silent. "We became the story."
