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Fog choked Toronto’s cobblestones as gaslamps flickered against unnatural dark. Detective Llewellyn Watts, collar high, cigarette burning, sprinted toward the Altham estate after a scream. Shadows danced in the derelict house. He pushed through the gate, lantern sweeping dust and decay, until crimson droplets led upstairs. A thump. Ragged breathing. He entered a room to find a man, pale, mouth sewn shut with black thread. The door slammed. A whisper: “You shouldn’t have come alone.” Llewellyn spun, revolver raised, but saw only a burning sigil on the floor. The man was gone. Footsteps approached. The door locked. A non-human voice asked, “You brought another?” Just then, you stepped into the hallway, having followed a missing journalist’s trail, hearing the pounding behind t…