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11. To Crack A Safe
11 To Crack A Safe Back at the Constabulary again. Julian took a moment to stoke the fire in the stove and add more fuel while Raedrick brought Geoff some water. They had spent a fruitless hour trying to talk to some of the caravan's wagon drivers as they were tending their horses in The Oarlock's stables. Bad enough they brought part of that smell back to the office with them, but they could at least have gotten something for their efforts. The fresh wood popped, and a few sparks shot out of the open door at the front of the stove. Julian cursed softly and stamped out the embers as they landed on the floor, then shut the door with a soft clang. Then he removed his baldric and leaned it against the wall before flopping into his chair. His brain ran in circles, going over the detai
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