The Chameleon moved first—not for his guns, but for the chandelier chain. He yanked it, plunging the room into darkness. 47 dropped low, ears straining. A whisper of fabric. A floorboard creaked to his left.
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“You wanted to watch a ghost erase another,” he said, retrieving his Silverballers. “Now watch this one.” The Chameleon moved first—not for his guns, but