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Then she was gone. The other figures filed out. The man in the suit picked up his microphone and began coiling the cord.

“For you .” The man smiled, and for the first time, Leo saw his teeth—too white, too even, like a row of little headstones. “The backroom doesn’t cast for movies, Leo. It casts for moments . And a good, honest moment? That’s currency.”

“Name?”

Leo stumbled to his feet. “Buyers? For what?”

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The alley was empty except for a metal door with a sticky-note arrow: DOWN . Leo pushed inside. The stairs were concrete, lit by a single red bulb. At the bottom, a velvet rope and a woman with a clipboard who didn’t look up.

And then he opened his mouth.

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