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The man walked in broad daylight where it was safe. He smiled easily at neighbors and the crown's guard, and wore a jacket of red velvet with brown leather gloves. He seemed to love the sunlight, given his disposition. It was only in the darkness where he could be seen for who he truly was.

The man made a sharp turn into an overcast doorway. He knocked twice on the red door and waited. He pulled off the gloves absentmindedly.

The door opened a few moments later, revealing a darkened room and well dressed gnome inside. The two shook hands, and only from over the man's shoulder could it be seen: tattoos, scribed in a glowing ink, glowing on the back of the two men's hands. It was a strange mark, known only to a few: Thieves' Cant.

The gnome smiled and welcomed the man into the dark, where he truly belonged.

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