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Of Items Magical
Leminster and Bart parted ways with them as they all left the warehouse, the two Marshalls turning toward the side street that led over to The Oarlock. Julian watched them wade through the slowly growing slush piles as the waning day, warmer than it had been in a week or more despite its chill, slowly diminished the snowdrifts. He was in dire need of a drink. He did not want to get involved with magical chicanery again, not after what happened last summer when the mad mage Telurian brought his Out-Dweller into their midst.
But if wishes could accomplish anything, he would be richer than the king, with his own private harem to go along with the money. He sighed. "Guess we'd better talk to Melanie."
Raedrick frowned thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I want to involve
