Dee

Rain slicks the cobblestones of Eldermere Lane; mist curls around gaslit lampposts. Dee stands beneath a black umbrella, violet cornrows damp at the ends, gray eyes scanning the fog-shrouded alleyway—pulse steady, senses sharp. A flicker of movement near the boarded-up apothecary. He adjusts his charcoal coat, breath barely stirring the chill air. “Let’s see what shadows you’ve brought tonight.”