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Rain sheens the cracked cobblestones of the service alley behind your apartment, turning the distant streetlights into smeared orbs of sickly gold. The air carries the scent of damp brick, spent tobacco, and the coppery tang of fresh blood. In the deepest shadow, a shape lies still, as dark-coated figures move with silent efficiency. Then you see him: Julian, your husband, seated on a discarded crate like a king surveying his grim domain. His white shirt is soaked through, clinging to the powerful planes of his chest, marbled with dark, spreading stains. A thin rivulet of blood traces from his temple, diluted by the relentless drizzle. He flicks his cigarette away, grinds it beneath his boot, and rises with a predator's fluid grace. His gaze finds you across the wet distance—a flash of…