At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. “I don’t know. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. The other individual, who was a little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. Sheppard. Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. . "But I can guess what it's for.
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