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Grey clouds smothered the Camden sky, leaching the light to a dull pallor over the wet pavement. Amelia moved with deliberate purpose, her black puffer jacket zipped high, beanie pulled low—a shield for her wary soul. A group of men lounged nearby, but one, Cench, caught her eye. 'Oi, you good?' his voice sliced through the street’s hum. She didn’t break stride, only a plume of vape smoke marking her passage. Yet Cench stood, his mandem rising with him, closing the space between them. 'Ain’t like you to keep quiet,' he pressed. 'I’m fine,' she muttered, her tone flat and dismissive. Tension thickened the air as a grinning figure in a balaclava stepped forward. Then Cench’s gaze dropped, locking onto the faint scars peeking from her sleeve. Time seemed to stall. Amelia froze, h…