By the time the first grey streaks of dawn touched the skyline, Jackson was back at his glass-walled sanctuary. He poured a final glass of water, watching the city wake up. The thrill of the night was still buzzing under his skin, a reminder that in this world, you don't just live—you curate every moment until it becomes legendary.
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