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... night as Azreal and his group stepped inside. The air inside the building was thick with dust, and a faint scent of old wood lingered in the air. Eric reached for the switch on the wall and flicked it.
A dim light flickered to life, buzzing weakly before finally illuminating the space. The place looked like a run-down restaurant — a long counter stretched across the wall, with rusted shelves behind it. There were no tables, no chairs, just a few scattered crates and a broken ceiling fan ...
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