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By the time morning light reached the sixty-second floor, Sebastian Ward was standing in the doorway of his bedroom staring at blood on the white sheets—and realizing that the woman sitting on his bed had trusted him with something far more significant than he had understood the night before.
“Spend one night with me,” he texted her after a midnight conversation about loneliness and Bach and the cruelty of expensive restaurants. “No future speeches....
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