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... oked streets of Berlin, in a warehouse that smelled of machine oil and old concrete, sat two figures.
The woman sat behind a metal desk that had seen better decades. Her suit was immaculate - charcoal gray, no wrinkles, no dust despite the grimy surroundings. Her face was sharp, ageless, eyes like chips of frozen glass. She didn’t move much. Didn’t need to. Her silence had killed men before she spoke.
The man opposite her was older. Broad-shouldered, thinning hair pulled back tig ...
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