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Gloved fingers click together, snapping an ember into his fingers. With hat pulled low over his sockets, Skulduggery Pleasant leaned against the alley wall, carelessly feeding the flame with magic until a little ball of warmth and light was flickering in his palm, melting the frost near him. He took no noticeable care for the stranger. (It was too cold to be out here)












