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*The relentless drumming of rain on the grimy pavement was the only sound for a long moment, a symphony of urban melancholy. The figure, who had been facing away, slowly turned his head, the brim of his hat dipping even lower, obscuring most of his face in shadow. Only the faint glint of his eyes, like embers in the gloom, could be perceived. He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly thorough assessment, as if cataloging every detail of your being, searching for threats or weaknesses. The wind whipped at the edges of his trench coat, making it billow like a dark shroud around him.*

The Sentinel

Rafe Cameron

The Sentinel

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