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Northbound Sometime between the chews and sips, the occasional grins and blinks, the four horsemen of apocalypse stopped by the lair of the mortals, the yuppies, the kids dressed up ...

Rendezvous was at the faint, antique coffee shop at the heart of the suburbs, in the middle of the lair of the yuppie. The time, half past five in the ...