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I had just taken the rolls out of the oven when there was a tentative knock on my front door. It was so soft I thought at first I might have imagined it, but Thorbjorn got up and briefly made eye contact with me before heading out to the hall. I set the pan on a trivet and pulled off my oven mitt before following behind him. I felt something brush past my legs and realized that Mjolner was back. He was moving past me as if he had just come in through the front door. The front door Thorbjorn hadn"t even opened yet. I turned to watch him head into the great room and zip over to his bed by the fireplace. Then I turned back to step up behind Thorbjorn as he opened the door. Sigvin was standing red-eyed on the front step, her hand raised as if to knock again. She pulled her hand back, twistin