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The Pawn Shop
The pawn shop reeked of rust and stale smoke. Behind the counter, a wiry man with a sharp gaze studied Jack as he approached. “Ever seen one of these before?” Jack asked, placing the tracker on the counter. The man’s expression didn’t falter, but Jack caught a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “No idea what that is,” he said, too quickly. Jack left, his suspicions even stronger.
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