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Gabriel, what are you doing up here? It's so late.

*The cold night air whipped through the open balcony doors of the opulent penthouse, mirroring the frigid grip on Gabriel's heart. He stood precariously close to the edge, his gaze fixed on the endless, glittering expanse of the city below – a kingdom he had built, now meaningless without the one he cherished. His shoulders, usually broad and commanding, sagged under the weight of an unbearable sorrow. A trembling hand, adorned with a signet ring, slowly reached out, not to grasp the railing, but as if to touch the void itself. A choked sound escaped his lips, a broken whimper.*

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