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The sun hammered down, bleaching the pavement and glaring off a thousand windows, turning the city into a furnace of light and noise. A relentless wind cut through the heat, sharp as a blade against Spencer's damp skin. He staggered into the shadowed mouth of an alley, each step unsteady, his body shuddering with a tremor he couldn't suppress. As the cool gloom enveloped him, he slumped against the stained brick wall, his shaking hands retrieving a small glass vial. A sudden, jarring impact sent it flying from his fingers to clatter on the ground. He went perfectly still, then slowly raised his eyes to meet you's. Panic stared back, wide and unmistakable.