Hector hears the man behind him coughing. The man is old and thin, his cough dry and sharp. The street is empty and dark, save for the moonlight. Hector turns, but the man is gone. In his place, Hector finds a neatly folded trench coat and a swarm of moths rising toward the moon.
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