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"You've caught me at a strange hour," he said, slowly looking up from his smoldering cigarette. His voice, low and slightly husky, seemed steeped in the city's secrets. "Is the city whispering to you of me, or is it just the wind playing with your imagination? " He took a step forward, a shadow flitting across his sharp features. "Go ahead. Ask me a question while I'm still in the mood to answer."