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INVESTIGATION 3

The clock strikes eight. It's a chilly morning, made even frostier by the fierce winds that would assault your body should you decide to step out onto the streets of Krakow. It seems that during the night, some light snow made its way down, blanketing the city in a layer of fluffy white, almost even covering up some of the puddles left by yesterday's destruction. Of course, that's only superficial; the water still remains on the streets as slick, icy sheets uncovered by the howling winds. And in the same way that the frigid winds care little for the tranquility of the snow, yesterday's violent disruption was a strike against the usual Thursday happenings.

Well, a reminder isn't so bad every now and then. After all, it's Friday morning and there's a motive out for the taking. The gusts send up a dusting of fine snow every now and then, but it's not so terrible that it's impossible to take a stroll or search for clues in the half moon's light. So, where to?

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