"It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.

It was a Guild of Assassins, after all. Black was what you wore. The night was black and so were you. And black had such style, and an Assassin without style, everyone agreed, was just a highly paid arrogant thug.
It was a Guild of Assassins, after all. Black was what you wore. The night was black and so were you...
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