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Thief - Part 1It was just after midnight when Wren slipped through the railings, his narrow frame scraping flakes of black gloss onto the front of his polo-neck. The night was a cold one, especially so far away from London's warmth, but the clouds that cloaked the sky helped take the edge off. Even better, they gagged the treacherous stars, leaving the torches of the patrolling guards to stand out like spears of light in the gloom.
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Keeping low and smooth as a cat, Wren slunk across the rolling lawn towards the warmer lights of the manor house. The caution was perhaps unnecessary. His patchwork outfit of greens, browns and dusky greys made him as much a part of the landscape as the fruit-tree shadows, laid out like darker pieces of night on the precision-trimmed grass.
He reached the outer wall without exciting incident from either inside the house or out, and paused to gently unwind the scarf from his face. The night smelt starched and taut, full of alert minds and with a hint of salt that vanished