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Excellent.. that café sounds perfect. Povel gently grabbed Gunner's note and tucked it into his jacket. This is the start of something promising Mr. Graves, he added, sharing a sincere and relaxed smile with Gunner.
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Povel turned to the bookshelf and took another copy of the widow's memoir. Then I'll see you there. He straightened himself up and brushed passed Gunner as he exited the narrow corridor between the bookshelves. He got himself checked out, the librarian at the counter serving him weird looks the entire time. He didn't mind, all he could think of was progress.
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Povel stepped outside into the bustling streets where car horns, sirens, voices, and other city-noise filled the air. The sky was overcast, and a light sprinkle of rain began to fall. Povel was hidden in the crowd once again, hopeful to make himself known with the help of his new friend. He was confident that with time that Rocket's triumph in Fallarbor's fall would soon become the catalyst for their worst nightmares.
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Gunner Graves

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