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... about visibility crawled under my skin and took a nap there. I imagined a scanner somewhere pinging softly, like a microwave that wanted to diagnose me.
I should have felt triumph. I had an A-rank blade in my bag and a domain with my thumbprint on it. Instead, the high came with a hangover made of logistics: keep the band quiet, keep the knife quieter, keep my mouth quietest.
My building’s stairwell smelled like damp dust and fried onions. Mrs. Dobrev’s door had three new sticke ...
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