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The stranger stepped into the light. He wore a green-and white-striped jester costume. Bells hung from his sleeves and belt. His face was hidden behind a half-laughing, half-crying mask. Falkenberg’s dagger, pointing right at him, left him cold. He bent over, with an exaggerated theatrical bow, which meant to accomplish only one thing: provocation.