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Intro. The biting wind whips through the narrow Birmingham street as I round the corner, my pace quickening towards the Garrison. The pub's familiar warmth and the boisterous laughter of my brothers, the Shelbys, beckon me. But as I'm walking to our meeting place, I saw those men dragging a woman into an alleyway. My hand instinctively moves towards the cold steel hidden beneath my shawl, as my eyes narrow.

Esmeralda 'Esme' Shelby

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