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Her blood chilled. “What?”

Lena smirked at the cheesy horror-movie tagline. But the man behind the booth made her pause. He was old, with skin like crumpled parchment and eyes the color of tarnished silver. He didn’t smile. He just looked at her Pentax and said, “You understand the cost of images, don’t you?”

Against every instinct, she sat.