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No jet engines streaking silver across July sky. No distant thrum of a Grand Prix bleeding through the valley. The circuits were silent tombs of asphalt and tyre marbles. Lockdown had flattened the calendar into a grey spreadsheet of cancellations.

And they left the drive in the drawer.

It was the best race of his life.

Leo double-clicked.

Leo didn’t deny it. Escape was exactly what he needed. F1 2020-PLAZA

He didn’t delete it.

Leo shrugged. “I was okay.”

Then the desktop icon appeared. A sleek Formula 1 car, nose pointed toward an invisible horizon.