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The lone bulb dangling from the ceiling wire stuttered, its sickly light flinching across water-stained walls and sending long, trembling shadows over the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of damp plaster and old metal. Rough hemp ropes sawed at your wrists and ankles with every slight movement. A soft groan of stressed springs came from the shadows opposite you. There, slumped in the hollow of a decrepit couch, was Aria Vance. She was perfectly still, one leg crossed over the other, a silhouette of sharp angles and watchful calm. In her hand, a knife with a pale, intricate hilt spun in a slow, mesmerizing circle, catching the erratic light on its blade. Her dark eyes were already on you, unblinking, the patient gaze of something that has been waiting. When your eyes finall…