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“ One long black for….,” The cashier pauses and looks at his name with squinted eyes. She won’t be the first or  last today. Before the name exits her lips, he snatches the two steaming cardboard cups from the counter.

“ It’s a bit strange, I know,” He winks mischeviously and then, exits the cafe, shouldering past the line of cold New Yorkers in the November winter. 

The streets aren’t full of snow but already, the city shivers. Both physically in the shrouded coats of every passerby walking to and fro around him and spiritually in the muted neon lights and the dwindling fires. He can hear within the fetid sewers and the lain boney corpses of a thousand seafarers within the foundations a lumbering heartbeat. 

He sits down on a park bench and takes a sip of his coffee. He wipes the line of milk foam off his thin moustache and watches couples, children, old, young pass by, a hundred stories, a hundred tales waiting to end. Ever since his venture to the Himalayas, enjoying a simple cup of coffee now is a labour in of itself. The Himalayas. The cold breeze is but a shadow of his trek up those slopes. In the middle of another slip, the loud scream of a baby makes him forget to close his eyes and he Sees. 

The beyond is all and it foments and festers around him like a petri dish. The sky is a cracked window and the clouds squirm and wriggle, intent on burrowing downwards onto the thousands of souls below. Schools of phantasms whip around in the sky and the soil teems with the forgotten ballads of kingdoms past. Shoals of phantasms huddle around each other, aimlessly living out the patterns of their mortal coils and daemons prey on the unwary souls like parasites. 

His master would have called this balance. He believed it to be an infestation. 

“ Spending too much time Seeing isn’t good for the soul,” The voice was like a gong. The world rewound back to normal, cracks glueing back themselves together. He blinked and he was back in the park. However, there were two things wrong. Firstly, the park had become mysteriously vacant in the span of a minute.  The  odor of incense clued him that wards, strong wards were in play. Secondly, his coffee however was missing from his hand. He heard a loud slurp to his right and immediately turned his neck, relaxing when he saw a portly bald man in linen robes. The lines on his face were gaunt and his complexion was a pale tanned brown. His lips curdled in disgust as he set the coffee cup on the bench. 

“ I like the cafe down by Broadway more than this one.” 

By Hoggoth’s hoary hosts, the man was hard to satisfy. 

“ Well, perhaps, you shouldn’t rely on me to make coffee trips, Wong.” He retorted. Leaning back, he palmed his face and signed in dread of what was to come next. “Well. on with it, then. What do we have today?” 

Wong snapped his fingers and a scroll of parchment bobbed over from the pile of documents. He deftly took it and unrolled to read it. “ An asura possession in lower Manhattan, two hereditary curses, an enochian summoning circle gone awry and a garden gnome dispute in northern Greenwich. This is just what’s come in this morning, Stephen.” 

“ Well, then,-” Stephen said in a light sarcastic tone.. “ Sounds like a light day“. He snapped his fingers and the Cloak of Levitation unfurled out from the neck of his sweater, curling up around him protectively like a serpent. “ Reply to our clients in the next hour or so. Tell them Doctor Strange will be in to see them.” 

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Yassss, need more of this Stephen please and thank you!