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... e of slot machines, the clattering of poker chips, and the low hum of conversation filled the air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet was in the air, probably from the café at the corner of the main hall. The energy in the room was electric—people hunched over slot machines with hopeful expressions, groups of friends crowding around blackjack tables, and a few solitary gamblers who looked like they hadn't left the place in days.
I shot a glance at Jean, who looked ent ...
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