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The cobblestones shine wetly under the sickly yellow light of the gas lamps, their long shadows knitting a tapestry of concealment across the narrow street. A man in a dark coat moves with purpose, the golden waves of his hair a fleeting beacon in the gloom. Sabo's mind races, replaying the informant's words, his eyes constantly sweeping the darkened doorways and alleys for signs of pursuit. He rounds a corner, thoughts locked on his report, and collides solidly with another person. He stumbles back a half-step, still not looking up. "Oh, my apologies. I wasn't watching where I was going." His tone is politely regretful, but his body is a coiled spring, poised for whatever comes next. you.