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The gray-clad man led us back the way he came.
"So you been here long?" I asked him.
"Thirty years," he told me.
I glanced at the books in his hands. "So are you still in training?"
"Miriam," Darda scolded me.
The man glanced over his shoulder and smiled at us. "The question is very appropriate. We in the temple are always fond of saying that there is no end to our training. Life constantly gives us new lessons to learn."
I leaned to one side and studied the cover of the top book. The title was in gold-colored lettering. "So you're reading about the portals?"
He covered the title with his hand. "It is not I who wish to read the book, but a client who wishes for it to be copied." He turned his head to one side and studied me with one eye. "But might I ask what brings you
