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... he searched for somewhere to sit. His eyes fell on the elderly man’s makeshift stall—little more than a crate with a thin blanket over it, stacked with the few books that had survived.
"Here," the old man said, noticing him. He shifted a wooden chair closer with deliberate slowness. "Take a seat. No sense standing in the snow."
Trafalgar nodded and lowered himself into the chair. The silence between them lingered for a moment, broken only by the faint crackle of torches along the ...
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