Act I: The Architecture of Dread
The skyline of modern Manhattan was a jagged, silver throat that seemed to swallow the sun long before evening. Sarah lived in a penthouse of glass and steel, a space so minimalist it felt less like a home and more like a high-end gallery for a life she didn't recognize. Her existence was a curated sequence of appointments and prescriptions, managed with terrifying precision by the man who...
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