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... who had no business standing under his door in the middle of the night.
Tristan could easily imagine the thoughts going through the old man's head.
'A thief wouldn't ring the bell, right? Right? This young man doesn't look like a thief or like a drunk who mistook this house for his own; what does he want?'
Tristan stared right at the peephole, making it look like he was meeting the old man's eye. His expression was deathly serious and his voice, despite being quiet, cut t ...
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