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... ts are dead silent.
Allen pulls his loose black cloak tight, the wide hood hiding his face. The narrow alleyway is flooded with sewage, filling the air with a sharp, disgusting smell.
At the end of the alley sits a shop. The entrance is messy. A lumpy wooden table holds a rusty iron hook. Piles of garbage are stacked nearby, with blood dripping to the floor. Above, a crooked sign bears four rusted, fading characters: Butcher’s Meat Shop.
It looks like a shop that has long ...
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