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The gold medal felt heavy around Amelia’s neck, a satisfying weight. She’d always been a champion, a winner. After weeks of grueling training, the triathlon was hers. The nurse, a woman with a perpetually harried expression, had been especially congratulatory, practically gushing over Amelia’s “remarkable recovery.” The recovery? Amelia hadn’t been sick in years. Then came the phone call. A mumbled apology from the hospital. The records were mixed up. She wasn’t the one who had suffered from the rare autoimmune disease. The other patient? A woman named Doris. Amelia chuckled. Doris probably couldn't even walk a block.