Chapter Twenty Four: Genial Old Thompson

Azure Alley, Alexander Street—Whitehorse

The sun stood in the azure sky, shining radiantly as it dispelled its rays into the surrounding filling it with warmth and brightness. Birds flew here and there, perching in a paradigmatic manner on the rooftops of the terrace buildings which lined both sides of Azure Alley. Angry dogs could be heard barking from their cages at the meowing cats which teased them, their eyes bloodshot with rage. All these were the attributes of the smallest alley in Alexander Street, Whitehorse.

Cassio shuffled along the concrete pavement, both hands in his pocket. His movement was so slow that it seemed as if the black leather backpack slung across his back was a heavy log of wet wood. As he walked, his eyes met the cold gazes of people who viewed him with contempt.

"Hush, here comes the demonic kid," a mother who was leaving the house with her 3-year old daughter immediately went back into the house, slamming it shut.

"What a pity the Humphreys adopted him."

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