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... s we'd dragged from a side room, Elliot half-draped over an armrest like a sleeping cat. The oil lamp flickered low, casting shadows that made even the peeling wallpaper look theatrical.
I waited an hour. Just long enough to be sure no one would stir. Then I slipped on my coat, tightened the laces of my boots, and donned the mask.
Mr. Jester stepped into the night.
The city was quieter at this hour—resting, not dead. I traced the route Mark sent me through alleys and sile ...
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