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... tered in an instant, leaving behind a jagged, pulsing ache that felt like a massive hangover from club hopping.
I scanned the room, my eyes frantic.
I was looking for a light switch, a misplaced charging port, or a rogue piece of IKEA furniture.
Anything that signaled a hidden production crew.
But there was nothing. Just heavy, dust-collecting velvet curtains the color of dried blood and the flickering, low-res glow of actual beeswax candles. There wasn’t a single ...
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