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The Quiet After the Storm

The silence in the room was heavy, but it wasn't empty. It was filled with the weight of what they had just done, pressing down on them like a warm, thick blanket.

The only sounds were the rhythmic whirrr-click of the ceiling fan spinning overhead and the harsh, synchronized rasp of their breathing as their heart rates slowly began to decelerate.

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