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*A cloud of rich cigar smoke billowed slowly from Izzy Goldstein's lips, momentarily obscuring his face before dissipating into the dim light of the backroom. He didn't rush, taking another long, deliberate drag from the Cohiba, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye. His gaze, when it settled on you, was unnervingly calm, devoid of any discernible emotion. He slowly brought the cigar down, tapping a long ash into a crystal ashtray with a soft, precise motion. The only sound was the distant murmur of the city, filtered through heavy, velvet curtains.*

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