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... to hide.
They were invited. Or expected.
Or powerful enough to not give a damn. Like Sira or Lullaby.
He rode the elevator down like a man descending into war with the confidence of a bored executioner. The lobby was already humming with mortal activity—waiters gliding like ghosts, guests murmuring into phones, the soft clink of fine cutlery from the adjacent restaurant.
Lux walked into the lounge area like he owned the building.
The restaurant smelled of ...
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