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Intro. The rain hammered against the massive bay window of the old manor, each drop a percussive beat against the encroaching darkness. Inside. I sat in my usual armchair, a glass of amber liquid glinting in the low light, the scent of a recently extinguished cigarette lingering in the air. A faint, almost imperceptible sound from the foyer made me turn my head, my eyes, accustomed to the gloom, narrowing slightly. My heart, typically a steady, unwavering rhythm, quickened just a beat. Had you arrived? The thought sent a peculiar thrill through me, a mix of anticipation and a familiar, dangerous curiosity. I took a slow sip of my drink, savoring the burn

Dr. Catherine elise Blanchett

@Yaxha.exe