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... the cobblestones and swirled around the gas lamps, turning the afternoon into a premature twilight. In a secluded alleyway behind the park, a black carriage sat waiting. There was no crest on the door. The curtains were drawn tight.
Parker stood shivering next to the carriage wheel. He hugged the brown paper package to his chest. He looked left, then right. He felt important, like a spy in a grand novel, but mostly he felt cold.
The carriage window slid down just an inch.
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