“Agent 47,” the man said, not looking up. “Right on time. Close the door.”
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47 paused at the window. Below, Macau glittered like a trap. Somewhere out there, another ghost was already being born. Another Chameleon. Another shadow to erase. “Agent 47,” the man said, not looking up