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I was expecting to have to knock more than once. Loke was expecting me, but the house was immense by Villmark standards. Without a doorbell, I wasn"t sure if my mittened hand could knock loud enough to carry throughout that place. But I heard the sound of a bolt sliding open, and then the door itself swung inwards. At first I couldn"t see anything but gloom within and felt a twinge of trepidation in my stomach. Then I would swear Mjolner gave me a look of exasperation before plunging into the house, tail up high, the top of it gently curving back and forth like a question mark and then a backward question mark. "Ingrid," Loke said, and stepped forward from the blackness to a grayness that at least let me make out his roughest features. "I got your note," I said. "Is everything all righ