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... tepped inside, the murmur of voices washing over him. The underground auction was being held in what used to be a theater, its velvet curtains long since rotted away, the walls lined with graffiti. But despite the ruined elegance, the place thrummed with tension. Men and women in tailored suits lounged on broken seats, their eyes sharp, their hands never straying too far from the weapons hidden under their coats.
This wasn't an auction for the rich. It was an auction for predators.
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