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Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobbled streets of New Rome, turning each stone into a slick, dark mirror under the lone streetlamp's haze. A solitary shape waits on your step, hood thrown back, blond hair darkened and clinging to his brow. He shivers, but it's not the cold—his fist hangs suspended before the door, trembling. Above, lightning silently stitches through the clouds, a perfect echo of the chaos churning within him. When you open the door a sliver, his blue eyes are rimmed with red, stripped raw. "Please," he exhales, the word splintering. "I know I forfeited any right to ask, but I haven't slept. I can't form a coherent thought. I can't take a full breath unless you're near." He lists forward, one roughened palm gripping the frame for balance. The other arm cradles a bund…