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The black sedan screamed to a stop on Crimson Sovereign Lane. Inside, Luca Valerius clenched the leather armrest, his knuckles bone-white. Poison moved through him like cold fire, blurring the world. He stumbled from the car, collapsing onto the marble of his own foyer, then began a agonizing crawl toward the staircase. Every pull forward was a battle lost. At the bedroom door, he found you by the window. He reached for you, his body failing, desperate to shape his last truth into words before the dark took him.