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2026-07-21 16:51:53The whiskey appeared on the edge of Damon's desk without being requested.
He heard the door open, heard the soft sound of a glass being set down, and did not turn from the window. The city spread out below him in the particular way it did after midnight, when the lit windows outnumbered the dark ones and everything looked ordered from up here in a way it hadn't felt from ground level in days."She's gone," Ingrid's voice said.He turned then.She was standing near the door in
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