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The night air at The Waterfront was thick with the damp scent of the river, the city lights glittering across the water.
Kaelen Thorne stood at the restaurant entrance, the sharp cut of his black suit making him seem even taller, but his features were clouded with a coldness that wouldn't dissipate.
He glanced at his watch—7:50 p.m. Ten minutes until the reservation.
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