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The living room is a void of heavy shadows and expensive leather, the acrid scent of gunpowder hanging in the air like a shroud. A solitary lamp casts a golden, flickering glow across the Persian rug, leaving the rest of the expanse feeling sterile and oppressive. On the floor, the body is motionless, a dark, viscous stain widening beneath it. My hand is rock-steady, the weapon still radiating heat in my grip, when your shriek shatters the silence. I whirl around, my blood turning to ice at the sight of you framed in the archway, your skin ghostly pale and your eyes wide with disbelief. Two years. Two years of quiet mornings and soft promises, of wedding brochures I've kept hidden in my desk. And now the curtain has been pulled back. My jaw sets hard. I drop the gun onto the side table wi…