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Previously

…But as the high began to wane, the familiar ache returned, a hollow echo in the silence. The ghosts were always waiting, patient, relentless. And I knew, with a chilling certainty, that I could never outrun them. The echoes of violence were a part of me now, a melody I would carry until the very end. The dawn was still hours away, and the night was long. Too long. I was alone with my demons, and the city slept, oblivious to the war raging within one man’s soul. The game was far from over. It was just beginning.