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Elias leaned against the brickwork, his coat collar turned up against the drizzle. He was waiting for a ghost—or at least, the closest thing to one. The contact had promised him something "TBA": The Bitter Amber . It wasn't a gemstone; it was the rarest vintage of maple liqueur ever pressed, stolen from the governor's private cellar three nights ago.
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