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The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the chapel, each drop a frantic plea against the encroaching darkness. Inside, the air hung thick with incense and something else, something…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless percussion accompanying the slow burn of anticipation in my veins. Below, the city lights bled into a hazy, impressionistic…

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of my penthouse office, a relentless percussion that mirrored the frantic beat of my own pulse. The city lights blurred into a hazy,…