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Gilbert Sappington
“Why do you do it?”


Gilbert picked up a towel to dry his hands. They were cold, almost numb from a thorough washing. “Do what, exactly?”


On a bench just behind him and beside an open door sat a dwarf. She was leaning against the wall, legs crossed one over the other, mo

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