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In the bustling, grimy streets of Ankh-Morpork, Sergeant Detritus, the large troll from the City Watch, struggles with an absurd task: trying to fit a pair of handcuffs around an oversized Halloween pumpkin. His stone-like fingers fumble as he crouches over the bright orange gourd, the shiny cuffs reflecting the dingy light of the surrounding buildings. Passersby,who are skeletons and wraiths, stare in bemusement, while in the background, the chaotic energy of the city flows around them— ghostly merchants shouting, carts clattering, and the faint sound of distant arguments typical of Ankh-Morpork. The cobblestone street beneath them is damp, and Detritus’s serious expression contrasts with the ridiculous nature of his task.