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It was Old Tan, the shop keeper whose eyes were more camera lens than flesh.

"Just a memory," Minh replied, sliding a credit chip across the counter. It was Old Tan, the shop keeper whose

The neon sign for flickered, casting a bruised purple glow over the rain-slicked pavement of Level 9. In the sprawling vertical city of Neo-Saigon, Level 9 was the threshold—the "Adults Only" district where the air smelled of ozone and synthetic jasmine. It was Old Tan