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With the full vigour of a thoroughbred, Lysander galloped along the sidewalk, never daring a glance behind him as his soles smacked their way through grainy puddles of refuse. His breath, heavy and dry, burned his lungs as they stoked the furnace of his adrenaline. Ignoring the glances and inaudible whispers from a horde of bewildered witnesses, he stuffed the brass-barrelled pepperbox in his coat pocket as he took a headlong turn down a narrow alley of destitutes. He hurdled over misshapen sacks of drunks, penniless tramps, and familiar wa...
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Five years. Compared to the likes one or two years, five seemed too far and distant to spend away from the first home I was ever graced with, and not only had I refused the pleasure of exchanging amicable notes with its proprietor, I had also abandoned the idea of ever visiting in its entirety until I acquired a most sombre of misfortunes. It had come quietly, in the metaphorical sense, as no one would dare mistake the blaring horn or clopping hooves of a mail coach heralding the arrival of their delicate cargo. I had not expected to r...
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