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He had entered the shop on November 12th. The calendar now read November 19th.

He stepped onto the street and flagged a taxi. The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Rough night, pal?"

Elias laughed, a nervous, sharp sound. "Is this a riddle? I need to get home."

Elias walked out into the alleyway. The rain had stopped. The neon sign still buzzed.

Desperate for shelter from the sudden downpour, and oddly drawn by the buzzing sign, Elias pushed the heavy oak door open.

"Good evening," the man said. His voice didn't echo. "I am Mr. Sjog. Welcome to the bank."

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Elias signed.