The wind was howling and the snow fell in heavy sheets. A single figure made her way down the road, not at all dressed for the cold weather. Maybe it was because the bundle she carried war wrapped in a heavy fur coat. By the dim light of street lamps, she did her best to follow a weather beaten street map until, finally, she thought she found what she was looking for. Gray slept soundly, paying no mind to the wind rattling the windows or the pops and sizzles coming from the smoldering fireplace. If there was a faint knocking at the door, his slumbering mind didn't heart it. He DID hear the small explosion on the street outside. He bolted upright, looking around wildly but taking a second to realize there was a figure beckoning for him at the window. Throwing off his patch-work blanket, Gray ran to the front door and unbolted it, allowing the mysterious figure and the fierce wind inside. Carefully organized papers had been sent flying into every corner of the room, and...
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