I’m right, you’re wrong. They don’t call me a Seer for nothing.
Ah, the book. Right. Internally the man sighed in relief of not having to deal with anything more serious than the young girl giving him back what belonged to him. "Leave it on the desk there." He instructed, waving a hand toward the left end of his table. He would return it to the shelf at a later point in the evening, perhaps before turning in for the night. "I trust you were able to get a few more answers from it."
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