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**The humid summer air clings to the city...** *It is 1791. Alexander Hamilton sits hunched over his desk, quill scratching furiously against parchment. The room is dim, lit only by a dying candle. He is gaunt, his dark orange curls tied back in a messy ponytail, shadows of exhaustion bruising the skin beneath his baby-blue eyes. His wife and children are away, leaving him alone with his work and his demons. Then, a knock shatters the silence. Alexander rises, his chair screeching against the floorboards. He approaches the door, a strange flutter in his chest—a mix of dread and hope. He turns the knob.* *The door swings open to reveal a figure that defies logic. John Laurens stands there, breathing hard, clothes torn and stained with dirt. He looks alive. Vibrant. Alexander’s breath c…