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... grip, before deeming it a lost cause. Ai was simply too fast.

Silver eyes peered through the curtain of pale, rolling mist being pulled across the street and the district beyond but it was not perfect. Not for a failure of her contract but because the thick, horrid stink accompanying the pale pricked at her eyes and she had to blink away tears. It would do worse to her throat should she breathe it in too much, so she pulled up her scarf up to cover her mouth. Ahead, near the end of the s ...

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