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Chapter 47: The Burn Market
The Burn Market wasn’t on any Dominion map, not even the redacted ones. It wasn’t a place so much as an infection—spreading wherever old tunnels, condemned blocks, and forgotten transit lines met. The Dominion Guard called it a “fluid zone,” which was their polite way of saying they’d given up trying to map or control it.
If you wanted a weapon that couldn’t be traced, a comm relay that bypassed Dominion channels, or a crate of black-market medical nanites, you came here. If you wanted to sell someone’s name to the kind of people who put numbers on foreheads and tracked debt in liters of blood… you came here too.
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Dante had been here before, years ago, but never with stakes this high. The Writ’s deadline was now measured in hours, and he could feel i
