It was one of those sultry afternoons when even lifting a cup of coffee to one's lips was almost too much of an effort. There was not even a breath of wind to stir the dust in the gutters, the air was thick and cloying and his clothes hung damply on his body. He sat unmoving at the table with a barely touched glass of pastis in front of him, idly watching the passers by through hooded eyes.
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