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Mr. Quarry crept down the stairs and into the light, nudging him from his reverie. He carried a toolbox in his left hand and traced the staircase banister with his right. The man was short and unassuming, and he didn’t talk much, but he was a fount of arcane knowledge. He definitely brought his share to this game they were playing.
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