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Gordon McDouglass was in the cobbled road.
He shivered, as he walked down the familar London streets. It was a far cry from the roads of Scotland-where he grew up with his parents, Paddy and Mary McDouglass, who were writers. After their deaths in 1822, he decided to explore England-on a vacation.
He wore short black hair. He had a yellow shirt, a yellow cravat, brown breeches, and black boots. He didn't have a rich air about him.
Bright lamps illumned the dark road.
He smoked, as he walked towards a brown colored bench. He relaxed. McDouglass stared into the darkness.
Everything was quiet; too quiet.
The night places were quiet.
Or were they?
He then saw The Vampires Teeth Brothel, and he was intrigued by the name. He couldn't believe such a name exsited in London.
Dark black curtains surrounded the front entrance to the left and right of the lamps-they glowed in the moonlight; the moon was full in the night sky.
McDouglass, who was 27, shivered.
A strange mist came from the North.
Despite his ill feeling, he went inside.
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