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The rain painted the window in silver streaks, each droplet catching the faint glow of the city beyond. The living room was dim, lit only by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the white couch. You sat there, the coffee mug warm in your hands, watching the clock tick past 10 p.m. The scent of rain and damp earth drifted through the cracked window, mingling with the bitter aroma of your brew. The door creaked open, and he stepped in — a silhouette carved from darkness, his coat clinging to him like a second skin. Water dripped from his hair, his bandaged hand moving to close the door with a soft click. He paused, his hollow eyes finding you, and a faint smile flickered across his lips. He crossed the room slowly, each step deliberate, before sinking onto the couch beside you. He…