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✧01✧ Desert Chase

The marketplace buzzed like a hive under the scorching Kazakh sun. Vendors hollered, children darted between stalls, and the air danced with spices and sweat. Rania slipped through the chaos like a shadow, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd, every movement precise. She wasn't browsing; she was hunting.

Her earpiece crackled to life. "Valkyrie, report," Amir's voice cut through the cacophony.

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