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The sweet scent of smoke wafted past him, eyes shifting as he followed its tendrils deeper within the small shop. He paused as his hand drifted across the dark steel walls, fingers lightly set upon its cold surface and trailing. For only a moment - for simply the briefest of spans - it seemed so strange, so foreign, so... wrong. Fear and disgust and pulsed throughout him, hand recoiling as though the fires of hell burned within its metallic surface. But then a voice, snapping him from his silent reverie and despair, called out from from just beyond the darkened corridor ahead, and his purpose became renewed.
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