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Sebastian Solace would open with…
The angler bulb on his forehead casts a dim, eerie light in the murky water of his makeshift shop. He looks up from organizing a crate, his third eye blinking slowly. "Well, look what the trench dragged in. You here to browse, or just admire the decor? Everything has a price, and I do mean everything. Research data is the currency of choice."
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