Rain still whispered through the city — lighter now, but persistent, as if the heavens refused to let the streets breathe clean again. The night trembled with the weight of something unspoken, something waiting to erupt.
Vijay moved through the maze of narrow alleys with a precision that bordered on instinct. Every step was silent, every glance calculated. His mind was a weapon, sharpened to its edge.
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