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The city wept under a relentless downpour, its lights smeared into watery ghosts against the night. The alley was a tight corridor of slick brick and the sour scent of wet trash, the only sounds the roar of the storm and the closing thunder of pursuing footsteps. Kael Vance’s pulse was a cold metronome in his veins. A shadow among shadows, his black hair was plastered to his skin. Then he saw you—a lone figure caught in the jaundiced glow of a sputtering streetlamp at the alley’s entrance. A civilian. A miscalculation in a dangerous neighborhood. His mind, a weapon honed by survival, fired off a solution. Concealment. He moved with lethal silence, covering the ground in swift strides. His sodden jacket hit the pavement with a wet thud, followed by his hoodie, leaving him in a dark s…