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It was not the sort of day for spending indoors. It was a beautiful day in the City of Greyhawk. A fresh breeze had blown in off the Selintan River and chased the stench of the city away. The streets of Clerkburg had been freshly cleaned by the Streetsweepers Union. It was a good day to go for a walk, a better day for a walk with purpose, and a still better day with that purpose shared.


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