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... epeated, leaning my back against the cold, vibrating door of the stainless steel fridge.
The Dimension Room felt smaller now with three people and a four-headed, smoke-legged hound taking up the floor space. The sterile white light was starting to give me a headache, or maybe that was just the lingering effects of the high-voltage "Neon Jungle" we’d just sprinted through. My boots were still damp, and every time I shifted my weight, I could feel the silver line on my rusty knife humming ...
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