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... verhead and the faint drip of water somewhere in the back corner.
It was the kind of room that smelled of mildew, blood, and desperation—three of my favorite perfumes.
Brutus began rummaging through the shelves like a drunken badger with a mission while I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms, trying my best to look casual.
Brutus was big enough that his silhouette swallowed half the lantern light, shoulders hunched as he pawed through boxes and crates. He moved slowe ...
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