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... ance reeked of chemical solvents, iron, and old blood. It was hidden beneath what looked like an abandoned pharmaceutical distribution warehouse—complete with rusted trolleys, crates labeled "Medical Supplies," and cameras that followed movements like silent vultures.
Argo adjusted the ratty hood of his oversized coat and hunched his shoulders forward, letting the damp cold make him look smaller, more pathetic. Grease streaked his cheeks, and the fake grime on his nails was so c ...
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