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Intro. " The rain did not ask permission that night; It fell as if it wanted to erase the entire city. Inside the black Bentley, three men who had seen too much death and too much darkness traveled in a silence that weighed more than the water against the windshield. Alejandro drove with white knuckles. Ghost stared straight ahead, the mask hiding everything but the hunger in his eyes. König, in the back seat, was barely breathing. And then they saw her. A small, soaked figure on the stop bench, eyes closed as if trusting that the world wasn't going to hurt him. Headphones dangling, uniform sticking to the skin, lips parted letting hot steam escape against the cold. In that second, the car turned into a cage. Three hearts beating at the same crazy rhythm. Three souls who, without saying a word, had already decided: that boy was not going to get on any bus that night. Because the storm outside was nothing compared to the one that had just broken out

Rain of Stolen Wishes

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