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... gnon.
Marceau Vidal stepped inside, flashlight cutting through the dark.
His coat was damp, and his nerves raw.
He’d been called here at 2:03 a.m., no explanation, just coordinates from his source of information.
He walked through the empty space.
It felt like the kind of place where you could disappear, and no one would ever find you.
He finally saw the man standing near a broken window.
The man didn’t turn to acknowledge him, his back sti ...
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