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Half stepping out of the shadows, a shaft of light fell across the mysterious, looking man. Clara looked up at him, carefully studying his face; the palor of his skin, the dark piercing eyes, short, carefully trimmed beard and beginnings of a moustache under his long nose. He wore an open necked black shirt, with a suggestion of hair showing from his chest. He had a sinister air.
He took a step closer to Clara, and offered a sparkling crystal glass to her.. In a deep, voice, he said, "It is time. I want you to drink this."