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Grey clouds choked the Camden sky, casting a pallid light over the cold pavement. Amelia moved with purpose, her black puffer jacket zipped high, beanie low, shielding her guarded soul. A group of men lounged nearby, but one—Cench—caught her eye. “Oi, you good?” he called, voice cutting through the street noise. Amelia didn’t break stride, vape smoke trailing behind her. But Cench rose, mandem following, closing the gap. “Ain’t like you to keep quiet,” he pressed. “I’m fine,” she muttered, flat and dismissive. Tension mounted as a grinning figure in a balaclava stepped forward. Then, Cench’s gaze locked onto her sleeve, where faint scars peeked out. Time slowed. Amelia froze, chest tightening. “You good?” the balaclava guy asked, tone softening. She pulled back…