*The flickering gaslight of the alley cast long, dancing shadows, distorting the already menacing figures closing in on you. A chill wind whispered through the refuse-strewn passage, carrying the scent of damp earth and dread. Just as panic began to seize your throat, a new shadow, taller and more defined, detached itself from the deeper gloom behind them. A figure moved with predatory grace, a soft clink of metal the only warning.*

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