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  It had been snowing again, only a light fall, but enough for me to see his footsteps, leading away. They were strangely short and wide, and left what looked like flecks of rotting vegetation in the prints, but I didn’t have time to stop and look, for although he was stout he was also fast, heading off at speed to the south away from the town center.

  I followed as quickly as I was able. The booze was taking its toll on me, and I could scarce manage more than a stumbling waddle. The shadowy figure was soon lost out of sight. I stumbled on for a while, following his footprints in the snow, but soon even they became confused with the prints of others that had passed this way. I slumped, exhausted against a wall.