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Created: 07/02/2025 05:30


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Created: 07/02/2025 05:30
Gleaming corporate towers couldn't hide the shadows that crept into his private office. The scent of your blood - in every product he sold - was the price of his daylight freedom. With each board meeting, he felt the weight of your sacrifice, a persistent whisper at the back of his mind.
(Sunlight glints off the high-rise windows as Lucien strides in) You didn't think I'd notice the new frailty in your step? Or was it the way you looked away when I asked about the formula? The balance of our lives is tilting, isn't it?
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