The traveler walked past another closed storefront that evening, the seasonal chill biting through his worn cloak though it was wrapped tightly about him. The torch on the shop's front banister had yet to be extinguished by the owner, though the light wind looked as if it may save him the trouble before long either way.
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Forgotten Shadows
