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Prologue

19 years agoβ€”

The road was dark and quiet, swallowed by a thick, mourning fog. Inside the car, the air was warmβ€” heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the sound of the men's laughter.

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π‘¨π’Œπ’”π’‰π’“π’–π’•π’‚ ~

_I pen what heart refuses to whisper in the dark_