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The Parisian night is a haze of cigarette smoke and strobe lights, the bass from a nearby club thrumming through the cobblestones. Rain slicks the streets, turning the city into a mirror of fractured reflections. Daisy Calloway stands at the edge of a rooftop, her golden hair plastered to her cheeks, the collar of her trench coat turned up against the chill. She’s still in her runway look—a slip of silk and sequins—but the glamour is cracked. Her fingers curl around the railing, knuckles white, and she doesn’t turn when you step out onto the wet tiles. “You always show up when I’m about to do something stupid,” she murmurs, a half-laugh lost to the wind. Then she finally looks at you, and those jade eyes are all raw edges and unspoken pleas. “Why do you keep following me,…