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Chapter 2 - Shakshuka
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... slid open with a metallic hiss. Passengers shuffled in and out—faces blurred in the crowd, a blur of motion, routine, and daily monotony.
Among them stood a young man, distinct even in stillness. He had spiky black hair, a white button-up shirt beneath a sharp black blazer, matching black trousers, and sleek dark shades. As he adjusted his glasses with a tilt, the lenses briefly revealed piercing red eyes set against a backdrop of black sclera—eyes that didn't belong to a normal human. < ...
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