Whispers from the PastAURORAThe morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting long, golden streaks across my apartment. The city hummed faintly, indifferent to the quiet rhythm of my life. I had grown accustomed to this calm—this peace that came not from absence of challenge, but from mastery over it.And yet, some things never fully fade.A message appeared on my phone—unexpected, unmarked, yet instantly recognizable. The words were brief:"I saw you at the conference last month. You were magnificent. —Z"I froze. N
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