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... s typically sterile, silent, and thick with the scent of expensive polish.
Tonight, as the elevator doors whispered open, I dragged in the heavy, metallic stench of fresh blood and dry earth. It was almost midnight.
Below me, the last of the glittering façade of my forgotten engagement party was being dismantled.
I could hear the faint, muffled hum of the cleaning crew—a symphony of efficiency scrubbing away the public humiliation I’d made.
My dark suit, tailored ...
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