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... out." "Artifact?" The question came from another table, isolated from the rest. It was a strange scene: a man in a well-worn, wrinkled old suit, bent over a sticky table with napkins coastered beneath either elbow. The look on his face was one of raw, unadulterated panic, but his voice was even enough to understand. Sweat soaked a fringe of jet black bangs over his forehead, clumping on dark, ...
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