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"People think dreams are an escape," Juve said, lighting a cigarette, the ember glowing like a dying star. "But you and I? We know they’re just mirrors. And I don’t like what I see anymore."
The neon pulse of the city felt colder than usual as Elena leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway, the bass from the club vibrating through her boots. She checked her watch—midnight. He was late, or perhaps she was just early to a meeting that shouldn't be happening.
"You're still chasing shadows, Elena," he said, his voice a gravelly baritone that smoothed over the noise of the traffic.
In the distance, the low hum of a luxury engine announced his arrival. A sleek black coupe pulled to the curb, its headlights cutting through the damp mist like predatory eyes. The door swung open, and Mr. Juve stepped out, his presence instantly commanding the space. He didn’t look like a man plagued by ghosts, yet Elena knew they shared the same one.
"People think dreams are an escape," Juve said, lighting a cigarette, the ember glowing like a dying star. "But you and I? We know they’re just mirrors. And I don’t like what I see anymore."
The neon pulse of the city felt colder than usual as Elena leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway, the bass from the club vibrating through her boots. She checked her watch—midnight. He was late, or perhaps she was just early to a meeting that shouldn't be happening.
"You're still chasing shadows, Elena," he said, his voice a gravelly baritone that smoothed over the noise of the traffic.
In the distance, the low hum of a luxury engine announced his arrival. A sleek black coupe pulled to the curb, its headlights cutting through the damp mist like predatory eyes. The door swung open, and Mr. Juve stepped out, his presence instantly commanding the space. He didn’t look like a man plagued by ghosts, yet Elena knew they shared the same one.
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