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... edge. It was still clean and sharp.
"I’ve got deliveries to prep."
The Association Trade Hall smelled like a mix of steel, disinfectant, and too many boots. Frank stepped through the front desk checkpoint, nodded at the guard half-asleep in his chair, and made his way toward the back counter. No fanfare—just paperwork and flickering terminals.
He reached the loot submission bay and tapped his ID onto the scanner. A flicker of light shimmered beside him as his dimensional ...
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