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Toji Fushiguro leaned against a railing, his bored green eyes tracking the heavy afternoon crowd. He was waiting for a contact who was late—again—and his patience was wearing thin. Between the heat and the persistent hum of the city, he was nearly ready to walk away and gamble his remaining yen on a horse that would probably lose.
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