The sun was just rising as Argus finally arrived home.

His boots were soaked through from standing in the slush most of the night. He'd been waiting for his contact to show up to their usual meeting place, but as usual they were hours late.

“Why can’t addicts be more punctual?” he muttered to the empty room as he leaned his staff against the wall and hung his hat on the lone peg by the door.

He placed some wood in the fire place, lit it with a wave of his hand, and exhaled deeply as the rush of heat washed over him.

Settling into a chair facing the fire, Argus pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He studied it carefully in the firelight and dim morning sun that was just starting to come through the window.

The front side of the paper was a simple advertisement:

Leo’s Knife Sharpening. Done while you wait. 15 minutes or less. No charge for handle polishing.

For some inexplicable reason a picture of a rabbit dominated the bottom half of the ad.

Flipping the paper over, things got far more interesting. There written in messy but legible handwriting was a list:

• Earle of the Riviera
• Harst of the Obelisk
• Lem of the Capital
• Call of the Heath
• Pax of the Sun

A dissociated list of names. To your average person it would have meant nothing. But to Argus, this was a list of doomed people. Three of the five had died in the last month. One more was missing.

The last, well - maybe after a cup of tea and a few hours sleep, then Argus could see about the last.

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