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IT MUST have been midnight when they arrived at the elegant townhome on the lower east side. The house was one of many on the row, but it stood out to Rotwang as better maintained than even the more luxurious places they passed along the block. Porcelain angels with uncaring smiles looked down on them from over the front door. Rotwang thought it was the perfect decoration for a Nazi's home; domestic, yet subtly terrifying. Each angel came from a central point above the door, where their legs tangled together in a mess of diaphanous drapery. Duquesne pulled one side of his mustache as he turned back to Rotwang and raised his knuckles to knock.
"Ready? " asked the American.