Alastor was walking down the streets of Louisiana at about 10 PM. The sun had far set and the only light available was the flickering brightness of the candle-lit street lamps. He could hear the wind blowing and felt it gently brushing his hair. Alastor was happily humming when he saw a figure just ahead on him. “Beg pardon, but isn’t it late?” He shouted out to them. “Why don’t you go home?”
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