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Norso was waiting for me on the steps, sitting with his forehead resting in his hands, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. A dark cloak concealed the chestplate armor beneath. The portico of our townhall protected Norso from the falling rain, the only part of him that was wet were his boots.
The door clicked shut behind me and Norso sat up. I stepped past him without a word and he shot to his feet following me into the rain. Even this late at night it was rare for the streets of ...
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