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... his sleeve. A small cold seemed to be coming on. His grey hair was tied neatly into a long ponytail, black eyes framed by glasses that slid low on his nose. He groaned softly and rubbed his temple.
"Hey, Harold!"
Another voice cut through the quiet corridor. A man stepped in, wearing the ceremonial robe of the temple. His black hair fell across his forehead, and a faint scar ran along his left eye.
"You okay?" the man asked, raising a brow.
Harold glanced up, his ...
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