Placeholder: [photo from The Thing (1982)] A man in an unremarkable gray jacket scales the marble face of Central Trust Bank. His mask is a grotesque gargoyle, snarling like living stone under the streetlights. Duffel bags hang heavy at his side, burdened with tools of intrusion. A glimpse beneath his coat reveals the cold gleam of a firearm. [photo from The Thing (1982)] A man in an unremarkable gray jacket scales the marble face of Central Trust Bank. His mask is a grotesque gargoyle, snarling like living stone under the streetlights. Duffel bags hang heavy at his side, burdened with tools of intrusion. A glimpse beneath his coat reveals the cold gleam of a firearm.

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[photo from The Thing (1982)] A man in an unremarkable gray jacket scales the marble face of Central Trust Bank. His mask is a grotesque gargoyle, snarling like living stone under the streetlights. Duffel bags hang heavy at his side, burdened with tools of intrusion. A glimpse beneath his coat reveals the cold gleam of a firearm.

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A man in an unremarkable gray jacket scales the marble face of Central Trust Bank. His mask is a grotesque gargoyle, snarling like living stone under the streetlights. Duffel bags hang heavy at his side, burdened with tools of intrusion. A glimpse beneath his coat reveals the cold gleam of a firearm.
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