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The street is a gully of shadow and diluted neon. A solitary lamp hums overhead, spilling a jaundiced puddle of light onto the rain-slicked asphalt. The air carries the petrichor of a recent storm undercut by gasoline and, unmistakably, the acrid bite of cigarette smoke. From the throat of a dark alley, a figure detaches itself—tall, imposing, his long black coat drinking what little illumination exists. The brim of his fedora shears his face into planes of pure shadow, but you recognize that silhouette. You've felt it haunting your periphery for weeks. He draws slowly on a cigarette, the coal flaring like a beacon in the gloom before he flicks it away and crushes the life from it under his heel. The quiet expands, thick and suffocating. Then his voice cleaves through it—low, measured…