Prologue

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He was wandering down the dark alleyway in London just off main street. He was shivering, and the blood began to flow quicker coating his side. He was making his way from the fight looking from shelter. Looking behind him every ten or twenty paces. Once he saw door 215 he all but collapsed on it.

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