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... h the black-market players were invisible, they would reveal themselves when passing through the red columns of light. Rita would steal from them with pinpoint accuracy, then follow up with a powerful strike, almost like playing a game of whack-a-mole.
Her bone club gleamed with use, the remnants of meat and oil rubbing off with every strike, though she couldn't tell whose bodies were getting the residue.
She had originally brought restaurant knives with her, but in practice, the ...
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