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Rain traced silver paths down the window, each droplet catching the city's distant neon glow. The living room was hushed, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretched shadows across the white couch. You sat there, the warmth of the coffee mug seeping into your palms, watching the clock's hands slide past ten. The scent of petrichor and wet pavement seeped through the slightly open window, blending with the bitter aroma of your drink. The door hinge sighed, and he entered — a silhouette cut from the night itself, his overcoat plastered to his form. Water dripped from the dark strands of his hair; his bandaged hand rose to shut the door with a soft, definitive click. He paused, his hollow gaze finding you across the dim room, and the ghost of a smile touched his lips. He crossed the…