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Detective Harlow Quinn stepped into the dimly lit confines of the abandoned Tube station beneath Camden, her footsteps echoing against the cold, tiled walls. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something metallic and unsettling. She paused, her sharp jaw set in determination, and glanced at the worn leather watch on her wrist. It was just past midnight, the witching hour, and the Veil Market was supposed to be deserted. Yet, here she was, called to investigate a crime scene that defied logic. The flickering light from the overhead bulbs cast eerie shadows, dancing across the walls like spectres. Harlow's eyes, keen and observant, scanned the area. The usual stalls of the Market were empty, their wares packed away, leaving only the ghostly outlines of where forbidden goods had been displayed. Her gaze settled on a cluster of figures near the far end of the platform, where the tracks disappeared into darkness. Eva Kowalski stood among them, her curly red hair a vibrant contrast to the gloom. She adjusted her round glasses, a nervous habit, and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. Her freckled face was etched with concern as she clutched her worn leather satchel tightly. Harlow approached, her presence commanding attention. "Quinn," Eva greeted, her voice a mix of relief and apprehension. "I didn't expect to see you here." "Neither did I," Harlow replied, her tone clipped. "What's the situation?" Eva gestured to the scene behind her. "It's... strange. The Market was supposed to be closed, but someone found a body. No one knows how it got here." Harlow's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area. The body lay sprawled near the tracks, partially obscured by shadows. A man, mid-thirties, dressed in a suit that seemed out of place in such a setting. His face was pale, eyes wide open in a frozen expression of terror. Harlow crouched beside him, noting the absence of any visible wounds. "Heart attack?" Eva suggested, her voice uncertain. "Maybe," Harlow murmured, her mind already racing. "But why here? And why now?" She stood, her gaze sweeping the surroundings. The Veil Market was notorious for its supernatural dealings, a place where reality blurred with the arcane. Harlow had learned to trust her instincts, honed over years of service, and something about this scene felt off. "Any witnesses?" she asked, turning to Eva. "None that are talking," Eva replied, her green eyes troubled. "The Market's usual crowd is tight-lipped. They don't want trouble." Harlow nodded, understanding the unspoken rules of this hidden world. She moved closer to the body, her eyes catching a glint of metal near the man's hand. A small brass compass lay there, its casing marked with protective sigils. The Veil Compass, she realized, a tool attuned to supernatural energy. "What's this doing here?" Harlow mused aloud, reaching for the compass. The patina of verdigris on its surface suggested age and use, but its presence was a puzzle. Eva stepped forward, curiosity piqued. "That's a Veil Compass. It points to supernatural rifts." Harlow turned the compass over in her hand, its needle quivering slightly. "Could he have been looking for something? Or someone?" Eva shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "It's possible. The Market moves every full moon. Maybe he was trying to find it." Harlow considered this, her mind piecing together fragments of information. The Market's shifting nature, the man's presence, the compass—it all hinted at something deeper. She glanced at Eva, who was watching her with a mix of admiration and concern. "There's more to this," Harlow said, her voice firm. "We need to find out why he was here." Eva nodded, her resolve matching Harlow's. "I can help. The archives might have something on the Market's history." Harlow appreciated Eva's offer, knowing her friend's expertise in the occult could be invaluable. But first, she needed to understand the scene before her. She turned her attention back to the body, searching for clues that might reveal the truth. The man's suit was tailored, expensive, yet there was a subtle disarray to his appearance. His tie was askew, and his shoes bore scuff marks, as if he'd been running. Harlow's eyes narrowed, her mind racing through possibilities. "Eva, look at his shoes," Harlow instructed, pointing. "He was in a hurry." Eva leaned closer, her eyes widening. "You're right. But why?" Harlow's gaze drifted to the compass again, its needle now steady, pointing toward the darkness beyond the tracks. "He was following something. Or someone." Eva's eyes met Harlow's, understanding dawning. "A rift?" "Possibly," Harlow replied, her voice thoughtful. "But why would he risk coming here alone?" Eva considered this, her mind working through the possibilities. "Maybe he was desperate. Or maybe he didn't know what he was getting into." Harlow nodded, her instincts telling her they were on the right track. But there was still so much they didn't know. She needed more information, more pieces to fit into this puzzle. "Eva, can you check the archives for any recent activity related to the Market?" Harlow asked, her tone decisive. Eva nodded, determination in her eyes. "I'll start tonight. There might be something that explains this." Harlow watched as Eva moved away, her satchel clutched tightly, ready to delve into the mysteries of the past. Harlow turned back to the scene, her mind focused on the task at hand. She needed to understand the man's motives, his connection to the Market, and the reason for his untimely death. The flickering lights cast shadows that seemed to whisper secrets, and Harlow felt the weight of the unknown pressing down on her. But she was determined to uncover the truth, to see what others had missed. Her sharp jaw set in determination, she knew she wouldn't rest until she had answers. As she stood there, the compass in her hand, Harlow felt the pull of the supernatural, the lure of the unknown. It was a world she had only glimpsed, a world that had taken her partner, DS Morris, three years ago. But now, she was ready to face it, to unravel its mysteries, and to find justice for the man who lay before her. The Veil Market held its secrets close, but Harlow Quinn was determined to uncover them, one piece at a time.