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... back against the storage table, pulling a gold coin from his pocket. He spun it idly on the surface, the metallic clink filling the quiet room. "A little nostalgia trip."
Kant crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "And?"
Jones smirked as he caught the coin mid-spin. "I was thinking—why don’t we take that cult apart?"
Kant’s brow furrowed. "The cult? Suddenly?"
"Yeah," Jones tossed the coin in the air and caught it lazily. "We used to be the real pros at tak ...
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