Hand of Oberon
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Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 "He would have contacted someone by now." "I don't think so. In fact-Come on. Humor me. What have we got to lose?" "All right. Why not?" He sat down beside me. I held the Trump where both of us could make it out. We stared at it. I relaxed my mind, I reached for contact. It came almost immediately. He was smiling as he regarded as. "Good evening. That was a fine piece of work," Ganeton said. "I am pleased that you brought back my trinket. I'll be needing it soon." |
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