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... is seldom locked, but today, the brass keyhole mocks us. Brushing back his hair, Ser Maartenwitz clears his throat several times. "Master?"
Through the antique wooden door, Lamant’s voice reaches us. "I’m not to be disturbed."
Huh? The tournament is just a few weeks away, and he won’t even see us?
Gussie opens her beak to object, but Ser Maartenitz holds up a pale, skinny hand that reminds me of a skeleton prop for Halloween. Doesn’t he eat? I know he does.
"Maste ...
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