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At the end of the final alleyway in an incomprehensible maze of turns through which she’d led him, Marya stopped briefly beside a curved black door. She tilted her head, frowned, then looked briefly over her shoulder down the narrow, empty passage.
“What’s wrong?” Lukas asked.
“Nothing…” Marya turned around again and shook her head at him with a dismissive smile. “I thought I felt something.” With apparently nothing more to say, she raised a fist and pounded three times on the black door.
A viewing slide opened from the other side, and a pair of oddly purple eyes stared out at them from the small opening. Then the slide closed again, and the black door opened inward. A large man wearing a silver suit, his spiked hair the same deep violet as his unnatural eyes, stepped back to allow
