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The wall clock in the living room ticked away the minutes, marking exactly 11 p.m. Outside, the lights of the city's buildings sparkled like a thousand artificial stars, filtering through the windows to bathe the room in a bluish, ghostly glow. At the center of this urban cocoon, the television reigned like a pagan altar, spitting out harsh, multicolored light that danced on the walls of the room. Jonathan, slumped in the middle of the large fabric sofa, was captivated by the screen.