The apartment building loomed ahead, a sleek monolith of glass and steel nestled in the heart of Capitol Hill. Nathan swiped his keycard at the entrance, the scanner's green light cutting through the gloom. The elevator hummed as it carried him to the 23rd floor, and when the doors slid open, he stepped into the familiar quiet of his home. The lights were dim, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. A faint, sweet scent hung in the air-something floral, almost cloying. Odd, he thought. Elena didn't usually wear perfume like that.
"Elena?" His voice echoed softly in the open-plan living room. "I'm back."
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