The meeting point was chosen for its anonymity, no doubt. In the dying dusk, Pitchgate stooped below the shadow of its mightier brethren; the towering gates and walls that marked grand entrances to Alliria. In their gloom, a small gate fit for a country town teetered between the Outer City and...
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