
It was 2 a.m. in New York.
The streets, once alive with chaos and celebration, now lay eerily silent. A cold stillness had taken over the city, as if it were holding its breath.

It was 2 a.m. in New York.
The streets, once alive with chaos and celebration, now lay eerily silent. A cold stillness had taken over the city, as if it were holding its breath.
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