One minute later, Hal Carson blinks, and looks around.
Nobody's there.
Which would make sense, really; nobody was in the alley when he came this way. But it's not wise to linger in the shadows, even on Londinium, where there are eyes everywhere.
He picks himself up, dusts himself off, and goes home.
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One minute later, Hal Carson blinks, and looks around.
Nobody's there.
Which would make sense, really; nobody was in the alley when he came this way. But it's not wise to linger in the shadows, even on Londinium, where there are eyes everywhere.
He picks himself up, dusts himself off, and goes home.