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The alley reeked of gunpowder and rain, sharp and metallic . Every step , every heartbeat, was calculation. Adrain's hands moved instinctively- punches, blocking, kicks- but even a man trained to kill couldn't dodge every blow. Pain lanced through his rib, sharp and burning, but he didn't slow down .
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