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(Spondule and Noc turn to look. At Old Lady’s feet, a bladed weapon with a long handle lies among broken pavement. Spondule crouches and grabs it)

SPONDULE: I-- um. I know your contract. But I’d like to save my friend. I’d like to be able to protect myself against that... wizard.

(Noc stares, impassive)

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