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... he faint morning mist curling around his boots. The place was quiet, save for the occasional hiss of steam escaping from a nearby train. He glanced up at the clock — still early.
A few minutes later, Bartholomew appeared, walking with a slightly hurried pace. His glasses were faintly fogged from the cold air, and his shoulders were hunched, as if trying to take up as little space as possible.
"Uh... good morning," Barth said softly.
Trafalgar straightened up. "You’re earl ...
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