Steve K Smy
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The streets were silent, once more trapped in the grip of curfew. The only figures to be seen were those of the Nightwatch, armed men who were as likely to kill as to arrest anybody foolish enough to break the curfew. They moved in pairs, roaming the streets of the ancient city, ever alert. Tirnam crouched in the deepest shadows of an alleyway, watching two of the men pacing from the edge of the market towards the slums of the poor quarter. He breathed slowly, silently, his bright amber eyes betraying the amusement he felt. A professional thief, he regarded the men of the Nightwatch as amateurs, as far as understanding the city at night was concerned.