Basel's Thrall.

The old man with the lightning eyes, the rolled trousers and the courdoroy jacket steps into an alley when no one is looking and opens up his skin.

And a young girl steps out in cut offs and a t-shirt of dreams with a wicked expression and a messenger bag, into which she stuffs the rolled up old man like a change of clothes and slings over her back as she slips off prowling into the night.

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