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     The hunched figure was washed in amber pigment from the warm glow of a candle. Light flickered off the metal object that lay on top of the table.  Books were strewn about in various sizes of stacks as the figure sat reading a novel.     In that silence there was a brief clanging noise in the direction of a hallway; then followed the distinct sound of a moan. The man turned his head quickly, knowing what would happen next if he continued to sit idle, he blew out the candle and grabbed the metallic mechanism and stashed it in his pants’ cargo pocket.     Dashing for the hallway he searched for a blunt object. His best choice was a