The rain against the arched windows had subsided into a rhythmic, hypnotic mist, shrouding the Manhattan skyline in a blanket of silver vapor. Inside the Long Island City brownstone, the only light came from the dying crimson embers of the cedar hearth, casting deep amber shadows across the polished oak floors and the leather-bound spines of ancient folios. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading out to the private…
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