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The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the penthouse, each drop a tiny, insistent plea for attention. Below, the city lights blurred into an impressionistic smear of neon and…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the bar, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Neon beer signs bled into the…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless, primal rhythm that seemed to mirror the fever building within me. The air hung thick and humid,…

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,…