With the Doctor's note clutched in my hand, I made my way to the alleyway in Five Points he'd directed me to, to procure the necessary insurances against the coming again of my weakness and dread illness. One should have feared the idle threats of the thugs who lined the streets, if only one had not seen massacred and mutilated corpses piled and burning dully under the desert sky, been riding with murderers, and endured countless narrow escapes from certain peril. Once that fateful packet was safely procured from its sinister dispenser, then, home, home to Rosalie, at last!
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