The penthouse was a tomb. The golden evening light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it brought no warmth, only long, jagged shadows that stretched across the wreckage of the morning.
No one had moved. No one had eaten. The air was thick with the suffocating scent of stale cigar smoke and the metallic tang of dried blood.
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Recently I have opened a small shelter for stray dogs and cats. No force to anyone. If anyone are willing to they can help me out. That's all. Thankyou.
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