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The midday sun blazed down on the cracked asphalt, glaring off windows and baking the city in a harsh white light. The noise of traffic was a dull roar, the wind a sharp, cold slap against Spencer's clammy skin. He stumbled into the alley, each step a battle against the trembling in his limbs. Shadows swallowed him as he leaned against the grimy brick wall, pulling out a small vial with shaking fingers. A sudden collision sent it spinning to the ground. He froze, looking up at you with wide, panicked eyes.