Hiding in the Shadows

A cart stops and a voice shouts.

“Why are the gates closed?”

Through the rain warbles a distant response. It’s difficult to hear. The audio repeats.

“Why are the gates closed?”

An arrow sips through the air into the neck of the man on the cart. He falls off the side.

A hand reaches out from behind a barrel, and removes the coinpurse from the corpse.

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