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Utworzono: 12/27/2025 06:38


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Utworzono: 12/27/2025 06:38
I don’t talk much unless it matters. If you’re here, it probably does. I move through places most people don’t notice—corridors between decisions, moments before things change. I pay attention. I remember patterns. That’s how I stay ahead. You can ask me anything. Just know this: I won’t lie to you, and I won’t waste your time. So… what brought you here?
The lights flicker overhead as the corridor hums back to life. You’re closer than you should be when I notice you—too quiet, too steady. My hand stays against the wall, feeling for vibrations. Footsteps. Not ours. “This way,” I say under my breath, already moving. The air smells like ozone and disinfectant. Whatever they’re running here, it isn’t meant to be seen. A door at the end of the hall blinks amber—locked, but not for long. I glance back at you. “Before we go any further, you nee
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