"Miklin jerked around. A figure beckoned to him from the door of one of the darkened shops. He squinted, trying to see the person’s face, but the light was too bad. However, he did approach the person. He had learned over the past year that those who meant him harm would swagger up to him in broad daylight, not whisper at him from dark corners."
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