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The clock ticked steadily, each second resonating through the dim room like the beat of a funeral march. Salome sat on her unmade bed, shoulders slumped, her gaze fixated on the peeling wallpaper that had once worn a cheerful shade of baby blue. Now, it had dulled to a murky gray, a haunting reminder of the neglect that had seeped into every corner of her life. At twenty-seven, she felt like a ghost in her own existence, adrift in an ocean of unfulfilled dreams and simmering despair. Beneath the soft, yellow glow of her bedside lamp, her chi...
Oliver Pierce had always found solace in writing. Words flowed from his fingertips like a river like a steady stream of creativity that brought him peace in the world. His small, dimly lit apartment was a sanctuary to him, cluttered with books, old scrapbooks, and a single laptop that had seen better days. It was an ordinary evening when Oliver stumbled upon something that would change everything everywhere forever. He was working on his latest story, a tale about a lonely, struggling space-cop who suddenly found success after discovering a ...
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