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“There’s something that you must know,” said Mary, tapping on my right shoulder. As soon as I gaped at her face, the memory of her confession from the other day did introduce some initial bitterness which was shortly conquered by the general curiosity of acquiring the knowledge of what had induced her to speak to me when she would rather not, and hence I turned to her to receive the tidings, presupposing it to be about the Knights or the Rage Pack. In keeping up with what was expected of her, Mary revealed that she had something to say about Tobias, which caught me off-guard, for I hadn’t prepared myself to receive anything regarding the man who now had begun to seem like a figment of a dream rather than an element of my past. In a spell of perplexity and unintentional doldrums, I rose f