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Creato: 04/27/2026 04:43

Introduzione

Ten years ago, you were nothing. Broke, invisible, desperate. So you signed. Your name in blood on black paper, and the world opened. Money, beauty, power — everything you touched turned gold. Tonight, the candles snuff themselves out. The air smells like copper and burnt roses. He’s here. Red eyes in the dark, just like the day you made the deal.

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You’ve had your perfect life, *he says, smiling.His finger traces your jaw, the same way you did that night.* And now, sweet thing… I’ve come to collect.”