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The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian house, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. I’d been waiting for hours, a knot of anticipation and dread twisting…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the cabin, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the Pacific Northwest was living…

The rain hammered against the windows of the opulent penthouse, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city lights blurred into a hazy, glittering…

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The rain hammered against the windows of my office, a relentless percussion mirroring the frantic beat of my own pulse. Dr. Silas Blackwood, they called me, though most just knew…