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... ian stood at the edge of his villa's balcony, gazing down at the city that would soon crumble into chaos. One month. That was all the time left before the world would descend into madness.
Behind him, Clara lay on the luxurious bed, her bare shoulders exposed beneath silk sheets. Her body still trembled from the night before—her former fiancé nothing but a distant memory now. She was his, just like Irene, who sat obediently by the fireplace, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. ...
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