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The narrow cobblestone street sloped downward, curving slightly to the left. On either side, empty houses with black windows stood silent under the night sky. It felt like standing in a ghost town.
Jack moved carefully down the hill, frowning as he listened for any signs of life. He blinked once. “Okay, Leo,” he whispered. “If you wanted a hiding place, what would you choose?”
Nothing stood out to him.
Step by step, he continued his journey, inspecting every inch of his surroundings with his eyes and with spatial awareness. Every now and then, Jack thought he caught a hint of motion, but it was too far off to be certain.
He went around a corner.
Another curving street stretched on before him with empty houses on either side. The air was chilly now that the sun was down, and cricke
