The evening sun had just started to touch the horizon and run a streak of red across the sky. Traffic had just begun to pick up with the hum of cars, the clopping of hooves, and the shuffling of feet. Where the shadows stretched, the air cooled considerably, setting a chill into the skin of those who had it.
Making his way down the sidewalk, along with many others, was a man. His flesh clung to his skin like wet paper, revealing every curve and crevice of his skull, but he dressed nicely in a blouse, breeches, and a smooth, dark coat. He had a scarf wrapped around his mouth, covering the bulk of his features.
Normally, this man worked in the docks, but today he decided he wanted to go to a library.
And a very specific library, at that.
Making his way down the sidewalk, along with many others, was a man. His flesh clung to his skin like wet paper, revealing every curve and crevice of his skull, but he dressed nicely in a blouse, breeches, and a smooth, dark coat. He had a scarf wrapped around his mouth, covering the bulk of his features.
Normally, this man worked in the docks, but today he decided he wanted to go to a library.
And a very specific library, at that.
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