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... inches from my chest.
The heat radiating from the heavy barrels was intense enough to singe the frayed wool of my lapels. The air between me and the syndicate guards warped and rippled, smelling sharply of ionized ozone and burnt dust. A single twitch from any of those armored fingers would vaporize my torso, leaving nothing but a pair of smoking boots on the pristine white marble.
Broker Lin stood safely behind his wall of silver armor, adjusting his white silk cuffs.
He ...
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