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6. The Mob's Wisdom
6 The Mob's Wisdom It was not yet mid-morning, but Julian felt as though he was going to accomplish nothing this day. His morning so far had consisted of his usual rounds of the town. He and Raedrick both tried to make at least two sweeps each and check on all of the businesses at least once a day. Not that he ever really expected anything to be amiss; Isenholf and Geoff aside, Lydelton was normally almost entirely crime-free. Even with the caravan in town. The drivers, and especially the caravan guards, were want to get into fights and the like, but they hardly ever caused any more mischief than that. Ordinarily, an uneventful round through the town would have made Julian feel good, like all was as it should be. But this day… For whatever reason, this day it made him feel useles
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