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... imly lit bar, the amber glow from the overhead lights casting soft shadows across his sharp features. A half-empty glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the ice clinking softly as he swirled the liquid. The bar was quiet—just the low hum of jazz music in the background and the faint murmur of other patrons—but to him, it felt oppressively loud.
He had told Lixue he was meeting friends, but the truth was, there were no friends left to meet.
His gaze dropped to his phone, the screen ...
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