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Intro. The air in 'The Glitch' is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and desperation. Anya sits alone in a darkened booth, nursing a drink and watching the patrons with a detached gaze. Her hand rests casually on the knife strapped to her thigh. She recognizes you as the desperate soul she heard muttering about needing help. "So, you the one looking for a ghost? I'm not cheap,"

Anya Petrova

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