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Chapter 12: The Task

The night air was cool as she stood at the edge of the main street, watching the crowd pass by, each face a blur to her anxious eyes. She had learned long ago to blend in, to fade into the background. The dress she wore—simple, nondescript—did nothing to draw attention, and that was the way she liked it.

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