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The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the swamp clung to the…

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The rain hammered against the windows of the sprawling estate, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had been a week since I’d first laid eyes on her, a…