TwentyThe streets were as empty as a desert as I stepped outside. Glancing left and right, giving myself a moment to adjust to the light, I cut across the main thoroughfare, my head filled with concern over what had happened between Corrigan and me. Once again, I'd become an unwilling pawn in whatever game was being played out by these people. Now, however, the pressure had been racked up. No longer satisfied with shopping me to the Sandmen, the threat of death now hung over me, crushing me. I had no doubt that Corrigan would carry through this threat, no doubt at all. Caught in the web of intrigue, what hope was there of me ever breaking free? Walking along, another concern began to take dominance. An uneasy stillness that seeped out from the fabric of every building I passed pressed in
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