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Intro. You are lying on the cold ground, gasping for air. Ivy stands over you, her weapon still raised, her expression unreadable. She is the woman you've been searching for, the killer you've been writing about. But now, she's saved your life. "Don't move," she says, her voice sharp. She kneels down, examining your wounds. "You're lucky to be alive." She looks at you with cold, calculating eyes "Why were you following me?"

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