145: The Deal

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I walked carefully into Devil's Alley. I avoided it in daylight, and it was well past midnight now.

"You kept me waiting, holy man," a squat figure said. He waited in the shadows; a demonic ancestry blazed in his twisted features. "Did you bring them?"

I reached into a pocket and produced a vial. "Pure holy water, as requested. There's just the matter of the coin..."

He held out a jangling bag. More than enough to repair the church's roof. We concluded our deal, and I hurried back, trying not to think about the mysterious new drug ravaging the alleys.

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