the man stepped out of the dark. the lamplight shone over his overly thick brow, made of it a craggy promontory, and gave him the look of an iniquitous golem.
the man was called Hiram. he was younger than his face, and older than his soft small fingers reaching out, both hands from under his coat. hands slithering out, clasped the wrist of his guest in a quick precise manner; his movements were surgical, and his tiny eyes were so cold.
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