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"Killed?" Ian said with a hint of shock in his voice. "Surely this city is not as bad as that. True there may be the occasional degenerate, but one would think that they would not be so bold as to act openly in a crowded street." Ian paused for a moment, in thought. "If you should ever need assistance, or a place to hide out for a few days, you may use my home. I am seldom it it so you would have privacy, but it is up to you." Ian shook his head, saddened by the knowledge that such hatred was still present in this culturally diverse mecca.
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