Benevolence chapter one

At five-thirty at night the entire city was shrouded in wintery blackness. Angus Free switched on the light of his apartment, the attic of an old house on Maplewood avenue.

Even in his work clothes he looked like the cross between an ostrich and a sheltie, tall and lanky with large eyes and wild hair.

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