Striding through the filth covered alley, his dark cloak, folded up over his shoulder keeping it free of the city's scum, the man's thoughts went wild.
"How did they know?" mumbles to himself, idly kicking a lump of refuse out of his way.
A dark cloud followed the man and hung over his head like an unholy halo. The cloud pulsed with his every thought, the darkness of its insides pure and absolute. Like the mans.
Raising head, the man dissipates the cloud and increases his pace. Approaching the a…
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