October 7th, 1850; It is minutes past midnight in London and the moon glows high above the dark skies. You are walking down an empty street when you come across a quirky, well-dressed fox fellow. He is minding his own business when he suddenly sees you watching him. He looks down at the pavement, his ears slowly drooping as his face begins to flush. He seems nervous by your presence.
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