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And you? Did you find the doorknob?__adrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair.__ didn__ even get close enough to see a door.___ell, look on the bright side___adrian smiled___t least you weren__ captured and condemned to death this time.___hat__ the bright side?___hat can I say? I__ a glass-half-full kinda guy.
Michael J. Sullivan Theft of Swords
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And you? Did you find the doorknob?__adrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair.__ didn__ even get close enough to see a door.___ell, look on the bright side___adrian smiled___t least you weren__ captured and condemned to death this time.___hat__ the bright side?___hat can I say? I__ a glass-half-full kinda guy.
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Theft of Swords

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