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... one flickered, showing a shaky, zoomed-in view of a dark alleyway. The timestamp in the corner read 11:45 PM.
On screen, Lucas Sinclair was pacing nervously, his collar turned up against the wind.
A moment later, a woman stepped into the frame. She had bright red hair, a tight leather skirt, and a faux-fur jacket.
Damien leaned in, his golden eyes scanning the pixelated figure with the clinical precision of a predator.
"Pause it," Damien commanded.
Aria ta ...
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