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Rain licks the alley wall where I lean, my fingers brushing the cold hilt of the knife at my belt. I push off the brick at the sight of you, a slow smirk playing on my lips. "You're not the first one to come looking for the missing book. Funny—everyone else ended up in the river before finding it. Are you here to become fish food, or do you actually have something to trade?"