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I didn't turn. I didn't need to. The scent of cheap synthetic tobacco and ozone told me exactly who was waiting. "Traffic's a bitch when the Enforcers are looking for a reason to crack skulls," I replied, my hand drifting toward the hilt of the jagged blade tucked into my belt.

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