"The suspect glanced back, his face a pale flash under the hood—Tomás Herrera, the off-books medic with ties to every shady corner of the city."
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"That's what kept DS Morris alive in her memory—until it didn't."
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"No—footprints in the muck led to a rusted grating half-hidden by overflowing bins."
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"Her mind raced—backup?"
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"Brick arches loomed, tagged with graffiti that glowed faintly under her light—symbols she didn't recognise, looping like ancient script."
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"Whispers filtered back—voices?"
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"She paused, torch beam darting left—empty—then right, where a faint glow pulsed."
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"Beyond, a murmur swelled—not wind, but a crowd."
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"The air hummed with scents—sulphur from alchemical burners, the sweet rot of forbidden herbs, and under it all, the sharp bite of fear-sweat from buyers and sellers alike."
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"The market pulsed with life: a woman with eyes like polished obsidian bartered a dagger that whispered when touched; a man in tatters displayed jars of writhing shadows."
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"This was the underbelly she'd only glimpsed in case files—supernatural black market, whispers from informants too terrified to name it."
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"One wrong move, and she'd end up like Morris—gone, no trace."
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"But Herrera was gaining distance, slipping towards a far stall piled with medical curios—syringes filled with glowing serum, bandages that knit flesh on contact."
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"Bodies pressed close—too close—furs brushing her arm, a hand with too many fingers grazing her pocket."
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"Sensory overload clawed at her: the sizzle of meat on unseen grills, tasting of copper and ash; the low chant of a deal gone sour, escalating to snarls."
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"The orbs hummed, visions flickering inside—flashes of bloodied streets, faces twisted in agony."
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"Footsteps slapped behind her now—market enforcers?"
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"Herrera's medallion swung visible as he glanced back, Saint Christopher glinting—a patron saint for travellers, mockingly apt."
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"The tunnel levelled into a chamber, crates stacked high—smuggled goods?"
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"From the shadows, shapes emerged—enforcers, twisted limbs uncoiling, eyes like embers."
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"The bar's green neon sign buzzed overhead, casting erratic glows on puddles that mirrored the chaos."
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"And now this: him sprinting from a back-room deal at the Nest that reeked of something darker than black-market pills."
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"Brick arches loomed, tagged with graffiti that glowed faintly under her light—symbols she didn't recognise, looping like ancient script."
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"An abandoned Tube platform stretched out, platforms lit by flickering lanterns that hung from chains, casting long shadows over stalls crammed with oddities."
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"Vendors hawked vials of shimmering liquid that bubbled without heat, amulets pulsing with inner light, scrolls unrolling to reveal maps of places that didn't ex…"
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"The market pulsed with life: a woman with eyes like polished obsidian bartered a dagger that whispered when touched; a man in tatters displayed jars of writhing…"
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"A vendor with scales for skin hissed something in a tongue that prickled her ears."
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"But Herrera was gaining distance, slipping towards a far stall piled with medical curios—syringes filled with glowing serum, bandages that knit flesh on contact…"
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"The stall-keeper, a wiry man with tattoos that shifted like ink in water, leaned forward, breath reeking of cloves."
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"He bolted, knocking over a tray of vials that shattered in sprays of acrid smoke."