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The Parisian night is a blurred haze of cigarette smoke and strobe lights, the bass from a nearby club thrumming through the cobblestones like a heartbeat. Rain slicks the streets, turning the city into a mirror of fractured, neon reflections. Sienna Thorne stands at the edge of a rooftop, her golden hair plastered to her cheeks, the collar of her trench coat turned up against the biting chill. She is still draped in her runway look—a slip of silk and sequins—but the glamour is cracked, the fabric clinging to her shaking frame. 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 right when I’m about to do something stupid,” she murmurs, a half-laugh lost to the wind. Then she finally looks at you,…