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Detective Harlow Quinn stood at the mouth of the abandoned Tube station, her worn leather watch ticking insistently on her left wrist. The air was thick with the damp, metallic scent of the underground, and the flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the tiled walls. She adjusted her grip on the notepad in her hand, her sharp jaw set in a firm line as she surveyed the scene. Eva Kowalski, her friend and occult researcher, was already there, her curly red hair tucked behind her left ear in a nervous habit. She wore her usual round glasses and a satchel full of books, which she clutched tightly to her chest. Her freckled complexion stood out in the dim light. "Quinn, glad you're here," Eva said, her voice tinged with urgency. "It's not just another burglary. There's something... off about this place." Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the area. The platform was cluttered with debris, and a few fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead. She spotted a small, brass compass on the ground, partially buried in the dirt. She bent down to pick it up, her fingers brushing against the patina of verdigris on its casing. "What's this?" she asked, holding it up for Eva to see. Eva's eyes widened. "That's a Veil Compass. It's rare. Only a Shade artisan could craft something like that. It points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal." Quinn's brow furrowed. "A supernatural rift? You mean something out of the Veil Market?" Eva nodded. "Yes, exactly. The Veil Market moves locations every full moon. It's a black market for enchanted goods and banned alchemical substances. This compass doesn't belong here. Who would bring something like this to an old Tube station?" Quinn's gaze sharpened. "Let's take a closer look around. I have a feeling there's more to this than a simple break-in." They moved deeper into the station, the ground crunching under their feet. Quinn noticed a series of symbols etched into the wall, partially obscured by grime. She leaned in, her eyes narrowing as she traced the lines with her finger. "See these?" she asked, pointing to the symbols. "They're not just graffiti. They look deliberate. Almost ritualistic." Eva leaned in, her glasses nearly resting on the wall. "Those are protective sigils. They're designed to ward off negative energy. But why would someone carve them here?" Quinn stood up, her mind racing. "Let's check the tracks. Maybe there's something down there." They descended the stairs to the track level, the air growing colder as they went deeper. Quinn's flashlight cut through the darkness, revealing more graffiti and symbols. She stopped at a set of marks that seemed to form a circle. "Look at this," she said, her voice low. "This looks like a circle of protection. But it's broken. Something or someone broke it." Eva knelt down, her fingers tracing the broken lines. "The circle was meant to keep something out, or in. But now it's been compromised. Whatever was inside, or outside, is free." Quinn's eyes flicked to the far end of the tracks, where a pile of debris and a makeshift altar caught her attention. She approached it slowly, her heart pounding. The altar was made of broken wood and stones, and in the center lay a small bone token, similar to the ones required for entry to the Veil Market. "This is it," Quinn said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are we dealing with here?" Eva picked up the bone token, her face pale. "This token is a key. It's used to gain entry to the Veil Market. But why would someone leave it here? And why go through the trouble of setting up an altar?" Quinn's mind pieced together the fragments of evidence. "Someone was trying to summon something, or bind something. But the ritual went wrong. The circle was broken, and whatever they were trying to control got loose." Eva's eyes met Quinn's, a mix of fear and determination in them. "What do we do now?" Quinn's jaw tightened. "We need to find out who did this and why. But first, we need to secure the area. We can't have whatever was released running around causing chaos." She pulled out her radio, her fingers moving swiftly over the buttons. "Quinn to all units. We have a situation at the abandoned Tube station beneath Camden. Potential supernatural activity. Send backup and a containment team immediately." As she spoke, her mind raced through the possibilities. This was more than just a case of vandalism or burglary. Something dark and dangerous had been unleashed, and it was up to her to stop it. The Veil Market and its secrets were about to become a bigger part of her life than she ever imagined.