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Miller pushed through the velvet curtain. The back room was a shrine to excess. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting a single figure standing center stage. Vee. But it wasn't the Vee from the missing persons poster. This Vee was radiant, dangerous, her eyes holding a depth that seemed to swallow the light. She wore a gown that shimmered like spilled oil, and her smile was a razor's edge.

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