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Vereno Ltd

A star splashed night sky hung over all, bathing the world below in pure silky darkness. There was no hint of a breeze, cold winter air filled the lungs of all who walked along the streets. A silvery dew was painted across a long open field, the trees which stood totally still in the absence of wind, drew an almost frightening atmosphere to the area.

A lone figure trudged slowly across the field, leaving a dark trail among the dew in its wake. Dressed in a long overcoat and a dark fedora hat, the figure stopped almost dead in the middle of the field. Taking his hand from his pocket, the figure checked the time on his watch.

Withdrawing his hand back to his pocket to protect against the biting cold, he continued to walk, his pace quickened with the realisation of the time. At the end of the field, he stopped at a large steel gate and looked back at the path he had carved through the dew in the field.

Above his head, the large illuminated sign for his employer Vereno Ltd. lit the surrounding area.

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