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Kaelen stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers unconsciously stroking the prayer beads on his wrist.
Outside, a steady rain fell, blurring the distant city skyline into a gray smear.
He glanced at his phone. A message from Willa lit up the screen: [Kaelen, Ryder Flynn's concert is tonight. You promised you'd take me.]
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