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Chapter 4: Fractured Truths

The cafe hums with the low murmur of conversations, the hiss of the espresso machine, the clink of cups against saucers,ordinary sounds that feel impossibly distant. Y/N sits across from Jin, fingers wrapped around a mug that has long gone cold.

Outside, rain begins to trace lazy patterns down the window glass, blurring the streetlights into watercolor smears of gold.

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