Supplanting the Competition

Snow squinted up at the sun, then the clock outside of a nearby bank. 3:44 pm. She was on time. Within the next few minutes she knew her quarry would come by. Chimes from a clock tower a few blocks away drifted to her, signaling the quarter hour. ...

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