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Jackson stood alone on the apartment balcony long after everyone else had gone inside. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the city washed clean beneath a blanket of low, silver clouds. Water dripped steadily from the roof above, splashing onto the pavement several floors below. Normally, he would have appreciated the quiet, but his mind refused to rest. Matthew's warning continued to echo inside his head, growing louder every time he tried to dismiss it. It wasn't just the words that troubled him anymore—it was the man who had delivered them. Matthew Martins wasn't emotional. He didn't exaggerate. If anything, Jackson had learned that he usually said less than he knew. That meant the warning he'd slipped into the wallet wasn't an impulsive act. Matthew had planned it. He had waited unti
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