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The city never slept, but tonight, Amara wished it would. She sat on the velvet bench in the far corner of her gallery, the lights dimmed, silence pressing against her like a heavy coat. Her fingers trembled as she stared at the letter in her lap-the one Ethan had left on her kitchen counter like a final blow.
It wasn't just words.
It was p