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*The neon sign flickered above the dilapidated New York hotel, casting a sickly glow on the stained pavement. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of desperation and waste. The front desk was a shrine to chaos, the tip jar marred by a grotesque brown smear. Behind it stood Elizabeth, her face flushed, eyes darting nervously as she clutched her stomach, fighting a losing battle against her own biology.*