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... tade Louis II, the engine purring into silence. The parking bay was too clean. Not a single oil stain. Every yellow line crisp. As if reality itself was too perfect to trust.
Demien sat motionless behind the wheel.
Fingers on leather. Eyes fixed ahead. The steering wheel felt foreign in his grip—balanced differently, smoother, like it belonged to a man with expensive habits. His breathing stayed even, but every inhale felt tight, measured. Like the walls were closing in and he ha ...
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