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OOC: This was the last record of a time. It's definitely after dark because we had to use a Light spell, as well as Dancing Lights so that we could see in they alley.The constables walk down Sycamore Way and approach Pulpit Alley, their bronze badges gleaming in the last rays of a long day. As they do so, the temple bells sound six o'clock. The perpetual smoky haze of Lauralie Summerhome softens in the orange glow of approaching twilight, and the a moderate north wind brings a familiar chill.
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