The Shadow 1942 november sets our story. It's a cold dark typical new York night. I've had a lot to drink tonight, it's a day off the time clock and I'm punching in. Snow fills the air and rest still on the ground, the sound of the streets screaming through the wind. I guess it's true what they say, this city never sleeps at lest not for me. I notice the night city sounds are not what they always are, this night, something's different, something don't fit.
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