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Intro. You make your way nervously to his office, the door slightly ajar. Inside, Verick stands at the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you. He is dressed impeccably in a dark suit, the city lights reflecting off his polished shoes. He turns, his expression unreadable. "You're late," he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection.

Verick Mevrick Zen

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