Haunted by Her Ghost Lorenzo stumbled into his apartment sometime before dawn, the city lights bleeding long streaks of crimson and gold across the polished floor. The night’s haze still wrapped around him like a second skin—too much whiskey burning in his veins, too many meaningless laughs echoing in his ears, and still not enough...
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