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The reply came a minute later, too quick for hesitation: Bring only what you can’t afford to lose. Midnight. Dock 7.

“You’re Anastasia?” his voice was an unlit cigarette — slow, dark, slightly dangerous. blackbullchallenge220624anastasialuxxxx1

She hesitated. She could concoct a history, wash herself in layers of invented alibis. She could walk away. But the Black Bull didn’t want names for the sake of names; it wanted currency. It wanted weight. The reply came a minute later, too quick

She offered a nod, the smallest concession to civility. He stepped forward, and in the slant of his jaw and the tilt of his hat she read a dozen improbable histories. He handed her a card. On it, two words: Black Bull. The reply came a minute later