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After the others had disappeared among the trees, I turned away from the doors and towards the lodge's shadowy interior.
And saw Mjolner sitting primly in the middle of the room, washing his ears and acting for all the world like he'd been there the entire time.
"I probably could've used your help last night," I said.
He ignored me.
"Not going to tell me what you were up to at that hour?" I asked.
He finished washing his ears and gave his six-toed paw a final vigorous shake. Then he curled up right there in the middle of the aisle between the long tables and promptly fell asleep.
Typical.
I grabbed my art bag from where it was resting against one of the sturdy pillars, then looked around me. Without more than a moment's thought, I made my decision and settled on a bench under a
