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The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian house, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It wasn’t the storm outside that made my skin crawl, but the…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinct smear…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an impressionistic smear,…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. The air hung thick and humid, smelling…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a furious, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city sprawled, a glittering tapestry of…