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Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. A polished metal slab stood against one wall, its surface reflecting a subtle sheen. Veena’s eyes were drawn to a small, inconspicuous opening—an unassuming hole that promised anonymity, a portal to a hidden world where strangers could meet without faces, without names. She lowered herself onto the plush leather chair
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