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—The Hounds of the Hand, like the Hand itself, think in predictable patterns, and their sense of smell, after years of service, has turned into a monotonous, routine existence. For such a task, personal interest is important. If we don't try, we'll never know, right? —the young detective said, his eyes lighting up. —Hmm, do you have any of the victim's belongings?