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... front room. They had to learn the lesson the hard way: the world doesn’t spare the weak, even when they’re elite.
I pushed the massive steel door with my bare hand.
I didn’t need a key — the aura around my palm melted the magnetic locks like butter.
I stepped into a long corridor lit by sterile white fluorescents, a harsh contrast to the filthy sewers above.
I walked slowly, my eyes scanning every inch. There were no insignias — no guild, no government stamp, not ...
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