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The Agent’s Reluctance

The tall man hesitated, his sharp eyes scanning Jack’s face. “This isn’t your fight,” he said, voice low but firm. “You have no idea what’s at stake here.” Jack stood his ground, demanding answers. The man sighed, glancing toward the room he’d stepped from. “You’re in over your head,” he muttered. Jack clenched his fists. Whatever this man knew, he wasn’t eager to share, and Jack wasn’t about to back down.
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