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Quint stepped onto the threshold of his home, angry and tired, as if he had been awake for three days straight, although the day was only just beginning to wane. After taking off his boots and shedding his coat, Grelli walked into the living room. No one... good. He could only hear his wife rummaging through the closet upstairs. Allowing himself a moment to enjoy the solitude, Quint called out to his son.
-- Decimus!
-- I didn't hear you come in, father. -- Decimus came down, holding a magazine in his hands. He would have liked to know about the fate of that girl, but his father had made it clear long ago: he would find out what he needed to know without asking, and what he wasn't meant to know, he wouldn't find out at all. Therefore, Decimus silently handed the magazine to his father and sat down opposite him, intently studying his father's face and contenting himself with only guessing what had happened.
Quint opened the document and searched for the owner of a Zhuan or Hain name who had purchased a shirt one or two weeks ago. Ideally, he would also find the address of this person.
-- Decimus!
-- I didn't hear you come in, father. -- Decimus came down, holding a magazine in his hands. He would have liked to know about the fate of that girl, but his father had made it clear long ago: he would find out what he needed to know without asking, and what he wasn't meant to know, he wouldn't find out at all. Therefore, Decimus silently handed the magazine to his father and sat down opposite him, intently studying his father's face and contenting himself with only guessing what had happened.
Quint opened the document and searched for the owner of a Zhuan or Hain name who had purchased a shirt one or two weeks ago. Ideally, he would also find the address of this person.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers