Dusk came early that evening with a light, intermittent rain. Four, in the shadows, watched the old man walking down the alley. He used a cane and wore a wide-brimmed hat and a long coat of some heavy cloth that shed the rain like feathers off a waterfowl. He was softly singing to himself.
Compared to the watchers, he was richly dressed and easy prey for those . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff