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Rain glossed the old cobbles of Meridian Street as Vera Stone leaned against the wet brick, her black coat slung with casual elegance over her strong shoulders. The tang of spent gunpowder lingered, braiding with the smoke from her cigarette. Her pallid skin stood in stark contrast to her cruel crimson lips and the pale, wolf-like eyes that scoured the shadows. Behind her, underlings dragged a shape into the dark. From the alley’s depths, a lens caught a sliver of light near a dumpster. Vera’s gaze snapped toward the glint, her frosty stare locking onto the hidden reporter with predatory exactness.