It was a cold night as I strolled down a dimly lit and empty street, quiet except for the sounds of a siren off in the distance and the occasional caterwaul of a Tom looking for a Queen. As I passed a dark alley, a shadowy figure emerged with disheveled hair wearing a trench coat. He pulled open one side of his trench coat with an arm revealing row
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