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... nder the cold warehouse lights. The air smelled of oil, metal, and dust—honest work, the kind that stains your hands even if you never lift a crate. Trackers were already removed. Clean. Precise. Everything accounted for.
I lifted the gemstones—raw brilliance smuggled out of our own mining company and rerouted here. Stolen, yes, but with the quiet blessing of a corrupt government that prefers envelopes to paperwork. Shipping it directly would’ve been sloppy. Too many hands. Too many mout ...
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