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... smoked obsidian, driven by a man whose entire profession could be reduced to two words: discreet transport.
He understood that the highest price a client could pay for was not speed, not luxury, but the absence of sound.
No radio. No small talk.
Just the low, velvet growl of the engine and the city bleeding past in molten streaks of gold, violet, and electric blue.
Phei occupied the rear seat like a statue carved from shadow and restraint. Hands ...
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