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     Slowly, a half-mad smile crept across Ahren’s face. No, he didn’t think that Laruel fully knew what he meant. He had no idea of what Ahren had been, or done, or would do. In some way, this was best. They were opening their arms to a man they did not fully understand. “I’ll be back later, I have a few things I need to grab,” he said, finishing off the cigarette and flicking it away. It hit the ground and continued to smoke. Ahren shouldered his bag and started off, casting a glance up at the graying clouds above.






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