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| Kronbelt |
"Empty. Damn dopehead thief."
Everyone made faces. The place stunk.
"Where to now? He has to be somewhere."
Everyone looked at the deserted road.
"We should..."
"Yes, we should do something."
Everyone looked at the elderly woman, standing at the back, knitting.
"This is no time to be knitting, lady."
She smiled.
"I know where he is."
"Where?!"
"At my home. I'm helping him. And no one, I mean no one, will touch him. He's trying."
"Well, why did you come along in the search party then?"
"Because I like to keep an eye on overly enthusiastic people, let's say!"
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