PREVIEW
... illa’s lounge, the air thick with the rich, earthy aroma of freshly ground coffee brewed by Mrs. Robert. The carved wooden tea table between them held steaming mugs, the dark liquid swirling with faint wisps of steam that caught the afternoon light streaming through the windows.
The massive flat-screen TV blared in the background, the news anchor’s voice sharp and urgent as he recounted the previous night’s bloodbath. His words were punctuated by a chilling image projected on the screen— ...
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