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

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart. Below, the city pulsed with a restless energy, but here, in this…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the saloon, a relentless, primal rhythm mirroring the heat building beneath my skin. Dust motes danced in the flickering gaslight, painting…