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“TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES,” Blaine said complacently. ” This was Herk Avery, High Sheriff of Mejis and Chief Constable of Hambry, a large man who was as loose as a trundle of laundry. EWelcome To TownCHAPTER SIXSheemieCHAPTER SEVENOn the DropCHAPTER EIGHTBeneath the Peddler’s MoonCHAPTER NINECitgoCHAPTER TE Help me shoot it from around the corner.
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