Midnight hung over the Lower Quarter of Blackwood like a sodden woolen blanket. A thick river fog had rolled up from the Whispering Canal, swallowing the cobblestone alleyways in swirling gray gloom. The wooden shutters of the merchant houses were bolted tight, and the only illumination came from the faint yellow halo of iron lanterns swinging in the damp breeze outside locked tavern doors. Thirty figures moved through the mist…
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