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... eir suv, the vehicle’s battered frame hidden beneath a canopy of gnarled trees and dense foliage. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked asphalt they’d left behind. They were lying low, waiting for Christine’s contacts from the Black Organization to extract them. In the meantime, they swapped disguises—prosthetic masks, wigs, and stolen clothes—transforming into new faces to slip through the tightening net of law enforcement. The distant wai ...
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