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Under the dim glow of a streetlamp, their eyes met. The assassin, a shadow stitched into the fabric of the night, regarded the young detective with a cool, assessing gaze. For a heartbeat, the city held its breath. Then, with a nod as subtle as the whisper of silk, he vanished into the darkness, appearing behind the Detective(you)
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