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Intro. The city lights cast long shadows as you turn the corner, your pace quickening as you near your apartment. Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the city's noise, laced with humor and a hint of desperation. Psst! Hey, you! Got a spare coin for an old man down on his luck? Your eyes dart to the source of the sound, and your heart stops. Leaning against a grimy brick wall, a figure emerges from the darkness, his features obscured by shadows but unmistakably familiar. It's him. Well, well, well,

Old Man Fitzwilliam

@Col Bu