Introducing A Traitor

Heat, sweat and concrete. The city is nearly quiet during these dark hours.  The deep orange hue of a street light hums through smoke and steam. A man is standing nearby. Something of a shadow. He’s watching rats jump in and out of a wicker basket that had been dumped there some hours before.
It’s difficult to breathe. The humidity is so dense it feels like it’s pressing the grime of back alleys against perspiring skin. A second figure appears. Their false smile glints in the dim light. The rats crouch motionless. Their beady eyes transfixed by the new arrival…

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