Underground night market for stolen goods
A nocturnal bazaar that assembles and dissolves with the tide. Canvas awnings appear after dark, and by dawn the street is empty except for footprints and spilled wax. Goods are broken down into untraceable units—cloth cut into lengths, silver melted or filed, barrels split into smaller lots. Buyers and sellers speak in euphemism and gesture. Nothing here is officially stolen, but nothing here is clean.
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