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... ast balcony veranda area, Zethan sat on the railing, legs crossed, as he slowly inhaled his cigarette. His expression remained unreadable, lost in deep thought.
The wind was calm, yet carried a sharp chill, rustling the ends of his coat as it drifted around him. The night stretched endlessly, the stars shimmering like distant eyes watching over the world below.
From where he sat, the drop was perilous. A single misstep, a wrong tilt of his weight, and he would plummet to his deat ...
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