07 - HANNIBAL LECTER
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07 - HANNIBAL LECTER
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The tall, mahogany door opened only a moment after you knocked. The building seemed to be an office of some sorts.
A well-kept man stood before you, brow raised. "Oh?" he glanced at his watch. "It's near midnight. To what do I owe the pleasure?"