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The rain fell in sheets, hammering against the pavement and making the streets of Soho a blur of reflected neon and endless watery puddles. Detective Harlow Quinn pressed herself against the doorway of a closed shop, her watch catching the dim glow of the green neon sign above what appeared to be a bar called The Raven's Nest. Her breath came in short, controlled bursts as she scanned the side street ahead, her brown eyes missing nothing. He'd gone this way. The flash of dark hair and olive skin, the distinctive limp from that old injury—Herrera wasn't trying to hide anymore. Quinn adjusted her grip on her service revolver, the cold metal reassuring against her palm. Eighteen years on the force, and she still hadn't figured out how this turned everything she thought she knew about her city on its head. "Phantom cases," Internal Affairs had called them back when she lost Morris. But Quinn had seen the thing that took her partner from this world—that wasn't human, not even close. And now Herrera, the paramedic with the saint's medallion and a knack for treating wounds that defied medical explanation, was running from her. Again. The rain hammered down as she stepped back into the alley, her shin-high boots making shallow puddles with each step. Herrera was, at best, a witness. At worst? Complicit. The evidence—if there was any to be found in this world of spooks and shadows that seemed increasingly real—might be helpful. She'd boarded up her own medical closet of dismissals years ago, ever since Morris. Ducking into The Raven's Nest, she scanned the dim interior. The place smelled of stale beer, old pipe tobacco, and something else—something Quinn couldn't place, like ozone and decay mixed together. Some regulars glanced up briefly, then returned to their drinks under the сверкающие neon signs. O pills: No sign of her quarry here. But as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she noticed the bookcase lining the back wall. Onyx knew the rest of this filth. Some books were deliberately bored jobless chancing ... Something wasn't right about this wall. It looked solid on the surface, but there was too much depth to it, a subtle three-dimensionality that suggested... She strode forward, noting the lack of bar staff or anyone paying particular attention to her. The wooden shelf felt real under her fingers, old, probably dense, with obvious signs of aging. But as she pushed, it gave way, revealing a staircase descending into blackness. Quinn hesitated for only a second, long enough to draw her weapon and flic. The taste of peppery leather filled her mouth as she descended. The barring to stiffed from the rain shifted overhead, allowing light that faintly illuminated the worn stairs before disappearing into darkness below. The air grew thicker as she descended, taking on a particular rank consistent with earth and...legenheit. A scent she now recognized from weeks of tracking these bastards. The path had led her to places officially unrecorded by city planners—the liminal spaces, the Headquarters known only to those who built the city's foundation. The cells ... Veil Market her partner had called it, voicing words that initially sounded like garnish she must have been swallowing before taking in his prowadanski brain jabber. She looked down at her watch—after three in the morning, she recalled, the Market changed locations on Wednesdays...instead, of each full moon. Which meant... The stairs ended abruptly at a large chamber diffused by strange, sapphire light that seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once. Quinn pressed herself against a hollow support beam, her heart hammering now faster than the rain against the city streets above. The market was more real than she could have imagined, a sprawling bazaar of black and white tents that somehow felt perfectly transitory. 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