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 His boots clacked against dirty cobblestones as he made his way through the alley. His face was lit only by the light of the moon; the rows of windows he passed were dark, their candles long since snuffed by dozing inhabitants. The tail of his trenchcoat swirled behind him as he pressed forward through the fog. The brim of his hat, wide and round, gave him the appearance of a travelling priest, and the effect was enhanced as he took a moment to adjust his spectacles. As he approached his destiantion, he pulled from his satchel a small envelope, which he used to double-check: yes, this was the place. A small, brick building, taller than it wa