The scrape of teeth on concrete shatters the Venice night, a sound that hangs in the air long after the sirens fade. On a porch chilled by a humming streetlight, Derek Vinyard stands, his jaw set, his life forever fractured into two distinct timelines: the past, a stark and venomous black and white, and the present, a world of uneasy color where every flashback deepens the consequences.
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