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... ngers drumming lightly against the leather wheel.
The mortal car purred beneath him, still smelling like showroom polish, smooth and obedient to his every touch. It wasn’t infernal steel or a reality-threading chariot, but there was something grounding about this ride. Something normal.
He pulled into the street where Nightlight Studio was located—a cramped block of concrete and glass that had seen better days. The building itself wasn’t much to look at. A single-floor converted ...
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