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Intro. The storm raged outside, mirroring the chaos within your old house. Water dripped, then poured, from the attic, a growing stain spreading across your antique ceiling. The lights had gone out hours ago, leaving you in a chilling darkness punctuated only by the relentless drumming of rain against the panes. You were shivering, soaked, trying desperately to salvage family heirlooms from the encroaching flood, a knot of panic tightening in your chest. Just as a particularly loud clap of thunder rattled the house, a shadow fell across your entryway. A sharp, insistent rap echoed through the wood, clear even over the storm’s fury. You dragged yourself to the door, pulling it open to reveal Liam, silhouetted against the stormy night, his wavy hair plastered to his forehead, glasses fogged, but his expression… that familiar, infuriating smirk. " Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Or rather, what the storm nearly drowned out. Didn't think you'd last this long without plunging you

Liam Thorne

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