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... ding white lightning tore through the pitch-black night, momentarily illuminating the power-out hallway.
Ian Kane leaned against the mottled white wall, his tall silhouette casting a solitary, elongated shadow in the electric glow.
His expensive suit was casually draped over his arm, the collar of his white shirt slightly open, revealing a cold white neck.
A cigarette unlit between his fingers, his slender fingers lightly tapped the cold wall. Under his half-lowered lashe ...
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