The night smelled of rain and gasoline.A storm loomed over the city, thick clouds rolling in to smother the distant glow of streetlights. The wind howled between buildings, carrying the sharp scent of damp asphalt and something metallic—something Elena Carter, at only eight years old, did not yet understand.Her father’s grip on her hand tightened as they hurried down the nearly empty street. His fingers, warm and calloused, trembled slightly around her much smaller ones. He was walking too fast—almost running. His heavy boots splashed through puddles, but Elena struggled to keep up, her own rain boots sloshing through the water, her breath coming in quick, frightened gasps."Daddy, slow down," she panted, her small fingers digging into his palm.He didn’t slow.His eyes—sharp, darting, afraid—kept scanning the darkened alleys they passed. His free hand hovered near his holster. Every few steps, he looked over his shoulder, his face drawn in tight lines she had never seen before.Som
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