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               Ａ               ｓｔｏｒｍ               ｓｗｅｐｔ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｌｅｅｐｉｎｇ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｌｉｎｅ,               ｓｌａｍｍｉｎｇ               ｓｈｕｔｔｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｂｒｉｎｇｉｎｇ               ｔｏｒｒｅｎｔｉａｌ               ｒａｉｎｓ               ｉｎ               ｉｔｓ               ｐａｔｈ.

Ｏｎｅ               ｍａｎ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｓｌｅｅｐ,               ａ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｔｈｉｅｆ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｎａｍｅ               ｏｆ               Ｄａｌｅｎ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒｍ               ｈａｄ               ｗｏｋｅｎ               ｈｉｍ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｓａｔ               ｉｎ               ｂｅｄ,               ｌｉｓｔｅｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｒａｉｎ.

Ａ               ｌｏｕｄ               ｃｌａｐ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ               ｓｏｕｎｄｅｄ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ,               ｓｔａｒｔｌｉｎｇ               ｈｉｍ.
               Ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｏｕｔ.

Ｌａｍｐ               ｌｉｇｈｔ               ｓｈｏｗｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｃｏｒｎｅｒｓ,               ｓｈｏｗｉｎｇ               ｌａｒｇｅ               ｐｕｄｄｌｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｍｕｄｄｙ               ｗａｔｅｒ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｒａｉｎ               ｆｅｌｌ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｓｔｅａｄｙ               ｄｏｗｎｐｏｕｒ,               ｃａｕｓｉｎｇ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｒｕｎ               ｉｎ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｒｉｖｅｒｓ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ.

Ａ               ｌｉｇｈｔｎｉｎｇ               ｂｏｌｔ               ｓｔｒｅａｋｅｄ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｋｙ,               ａｎｄ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｅａｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ,               ｉｎ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｈｅａｒ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｃｌａｐ               ｒｏｃｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ.
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｐｕｌｌｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ               ｏｎ,               ｆｉｇｕｒｉｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｈａｌｌｗａｙ.

Ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｐａｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｄｏｏｒｓ,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｈｅ               ｎｅｗ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ               ｒｅｓｔｅｄ,               ｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｍｍｏｎ               ｒｏｏｍ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔａｙｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｗａｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ,               ｔｈｅ               ｈｅａｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ'               ｇｕｉｌｄ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ.

Ｔｈｅ               Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｎ,               ｗｈｏ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｈａｄ               ｙｅｔ               ｔｏ               ｍｅｅｔ,               ｒｕｌｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｇｈｔ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｉｃｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｗａｓ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｈｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｓｔａｙ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｅａｓｉｌｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｏｏｄ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｓｏ               ｂａｄ,               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ.
               Ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｒｉｓｅｒｓ               ｓａｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｍｍｏｎ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｅａｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｂｒｅａｋｆａｓｔ.

Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ａ               ｓｅａｔ               ａｔ               ａｎ               ｅｍｐｔｙ               ｔａｂｌｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｉｔｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｒｖｉｎｇ               ｗｏｍａｎ               ｔｏ               ｔａｋｅ               ｈｉｓ               ｏｒｄｅｒ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ,               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ａｓｋｅｄ               ｗｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｌｉｋｅ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｐｒｅｔｔｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｈｅａｄ               ｏｆ               ｂｌｏｎｄｅ               ｈａｉｒ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ               ｐａｓｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒｓ.

Ｈｅｒ               ｂｌｕｅ               ｅｙｅｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｌｉｇｈｔ               ｉｎ               ｃｏｌｏｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｈｉｇｈｌｉｇｈｔｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｌｕｅ               ｄｒｅｓｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｏｒｅ.

Ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ,               ｐｅｒｔ               ｎｏｓｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｌａｒｇｅ,               ｒｅｄ               ｌｉｐｓ,               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｃａｕｇｈｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｙｅ               ｏｆ               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｏａｒｄｉｎｇ               ｈｏｕｓｅ.

Ｒｅｃｅｉｖｉｎｇ               ｆｒｅｅ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｂｏａｒｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ａｓ               ａ               ｓｅｒｖｅｒ,               ｓｈｅ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｏｆｆ               ｈｅｒ               ｔｉｐｓ,               ａｎｄ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｒｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ.
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｐｌａｃｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｏｒｄｅｒ,               ｇａｖｅ               ｈｅｒ               ａ               ｓｍｉｌｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｗａｙｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｈｅｒ               ｈｉｐｓ               ａｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ.

Ｈｅ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｓｕｒｖｅｙｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ａｎｄ               ｓａｗ               ａ               ｍａｎ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｍｅｔ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｄａｙｓ               ａｇｏ.

Ｇｉｖｉｎｇ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｗａｖｅ,               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｎ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｖｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ.

Ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔａｌｌ,               ａｎｄ               ｈａｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ               Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ.

Ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｑｕｉｃｋ               ｗｉｔ               ａｎｄ               ｑｕｉｃｋｅｒ               ｔｏｎｇｕｅ,               ｈｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｇｅｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｎｉｃｅ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               Ｄａｌｅｎ.

Ｈｅ               ｆｅｌｔ               Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｇｏｏｄ               ａｄｄｉｔｉｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｔｅａｍ,               ｉｆ               ｈｅ               ｅｖｅｒ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｕｉｌｄ               ａ               ｎｅｗ               ｏｎｅ.
               Ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｒｖｉｎｇ               ｇｉｒｌ               ｃａｍｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ａｎｄ               ｐｌａｃｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｆｏｏｄ               ａｎｄ               ｄｒｉｎｋ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｂｌｅ.

Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ａｓｋｅｄ,               "Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｏｒｒｙ,               Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｇｏｔｔｅｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｎａｍｅ.

Ｍｉｎｅ               ｉｓ               Ｄａｌｅｎ."
               Ｔｈｅ               ｇｉｒｌ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｈｉｍ               ｏｖｅｒ,               "Ｍｉｎｅ               ｉｓ               Ｓａｒａｈ.

Ｎｉｃｅ               ｔｏ               ｍｅｅｔ               ｙｏｕ."
               "Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ａ               ｐｒｅｔｔｙ               ｎａｍｅ,"               ｓａｉｄ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｓｍｉｌｅ.

"Ｗｅｌｌ,               Ｉ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｌｅｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｇｅｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｗｏｒｋ,               Ｉ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｅ               ｍｙｓｅｌｆ."
               Ｓａｒａｈ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｏ               Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ'ｓ               ｔａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｌａｔｅ.

Ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｔ               Ｄａｌｅｎ,               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ.

Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ               ｃａｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｓａｔ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｂｌｅ.

"Ｌｏｏｋｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｍａｄｅ               ａ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄ,"               ｈｅ               ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ.
               "Ａｌｌ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｅ               ｍｙｓｅｌｆ,               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｍｏｒｅ.

Ｂｅｓｉｄｅｓ,               Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｓ               ａ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｍｅｎ               ｗｈｏ               ｗａｌｋ               ｏｕｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｅｒ."
               "Ｍａｙｂｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅ               ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｏｒｅ.

Ａｎｙｗａｙ,               ｊｕｓｔ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｌｅｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｉｓ               ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｗｉｌｌｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｒａｉｄ               ａ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｐａｙ               ｉｓ               ｇｏｏｄ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｄｏｗｎ.

Ｗｈｉｌｅ               Ｉ               ｍａｙ               ｎｏｔ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｒｅｌｉｇｉｏｕｓ               ｍａｎ,               Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｔｒｙ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ａｎｙ               ｇｏｄ               ａｎｇｒｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ."
               "Ｔｈａｎｋｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ               Ｊａｃｋ.

Ｍａｙｂｅ               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｊｏｂ               ｏｖｅｒ,               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｕｓｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｎｅｙ."
               Ｊａｃｋ               ｎｏｄｄｅｄ               ａｔ               ｈｉｍ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｏｏｄ.

"Ｗｅｌｌ,               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｍｅｅｔｉｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｃｋｓ.

Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｔａｌｋ               ｔｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｌａｔｅｒ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｎｏｄｄｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.

Ｈｅ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｍｅａｌ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｏｏｄ.

Ｗｅｌｌ,               ｎｏ               ｈａｒｍ               ｉｎ               ｓｅｅｉｎｇ               ｗｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｈａｓ,               ｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ.
               Ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ'ｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ,               ｌｏｃａｔｅｄ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｂｌｏｃｋｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｃｋｓ.

Ａｒｒｉｖｉｎｇ,               ｈｅ               ｓａｉｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｓｓｗｏｒｄ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ'               ｄｅｎ.

Ｉｔ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｕｓｕａｌ,               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｔｈｒｏｎｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｃｈａｉｒ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｗｈｏｒｅｓ               ｌｉｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｌｌｓ.

Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ,               ｗｈｏ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｕｐ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｓ               ｇｏｌｄ.

"Ａｈ,               Ｄａｌｅｎ,               ｈｏｗ               ｃａｎ               Ｉ               ｈｅｌｐ               ｙｏｕ?"
               "Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ               ｓａｉｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｊｏｂ               ａｔ               ａ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｉｔ."
               Ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｇｒａｂｂｅｄ               ａ               ｐａｐｅｒ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａ               ｔａｂｌｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｈａｉｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｏｖｅｒ.

"Ｒｉｇｈｔ,               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｊｏｂ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｅｍｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｌｔｕｒ."
               "Ｓａｌｔｕｒ,               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               Ｇｏｄ               ｏｆ               Ｄｅａｔｈ.

Ｈｏｗ               ｍｕｃｈ               ａｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｉｌｌｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｐａｙ?"
               "Ｎｅｒｖｏｕｓ,               Ｄａｌｅｎ?"
               "Ｓａｌｔｕｒ               ｍａｋｅｓ               ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｎｅｒｖｏｕｓ.

Ｉ               ｔｒｙ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｙ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｓｉｄｅ."
               "Ｗｅｌｌ,               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｙ               ｉｓ               100               ｇｏｌｄ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ｉｔ               ｏｖｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｈａｎｄ.

"Ａｇｒｅｅｄ,               ｈｏｗ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｄｏ               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｐｒｅｐａｒｅ?"
               Ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｇｌａｎｃｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ａｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｈｅｅｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｒａｉｓｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｅａｄ,               "ｏｎｅ               ｗｅｅｋ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｅａｓｕｒｅ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｓａｃｒｉｆｉｃｉａｌ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｈｅｌｄ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｃｈｅｓｔ               ｎｅａｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.

Ｓｏｒｒｙ,               ｗｅ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｍａｐ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.

Ｎｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｇｕｙｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｂｒａｖｅ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ａｔｔｅｍｐｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ,               "ｍａｙｂｅ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｂｒａｖｅ,               ｊｕｓｔ               ｓｔｕｐｉｄ."
               Ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ               ａｔ               ｈｉｍ,               "ｏｎｅ               ｗｅｅｋ.

Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｓｅｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｈｅｎ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｅｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｈｕｍａｎｉｔｙ               ｈａｄ               ｄｅｆｉｎｉｔｅｌｙ               ｉｎｃｒｅａｓｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｈｏｕｎｄｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｂｙ               ｓｅｌｌｅｒｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｒｅ               ｏｒ               ｔｈａｔ.

Ｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ,               ａｎｄ               ｇｒａｂｂｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｌｏａｋ,               ｆｉｇｕｒｉｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅ               ｃｏｌｄ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｇｈｔ.

Ｔｈｅｎ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｃｌｏａｋ               ｉｎ               ｈａｎｄ,               ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ,               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.
               Ｕｐｏｎ               ａｒｒｉｖｉｎｇ,               ｈｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｐｙ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.

Ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ,               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｓｈｏｐ               ｌａｙ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ.

Ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒ,               ｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｐｉｃｋｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               ｍａｄｅ               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｄｕｓｔｙ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ｗｉｐｉｎｇ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｓｐｏｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｉｍｅ-ｃｏｖｅｒｅｄ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ,               ｈｅ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.
               Ｖｅｒｙ               ｆｅｗ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｃａｍｅ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ,               ｓｉｎｃｅ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ,               ａｆｔｅｒ               ａｌｌ,               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅａｄ.

Ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｆｅｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃａｍｅ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｂｌａｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｍｕｓｔ               ｂｅ               ｗｉｄｏｗｓ               ａｎｄ               ｗｉｄｏｗｅｒｓ,               ｐｒａｙｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ               ｓｐｏｕｓｅ,               ｏｒ               ｍａｙｂｅ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｐｒａｙｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｆａｌｌｅｎ               ｃｈｉｌｄ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｐａｔｒｏｎｓ,               ｈｅ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｗａｓ               ｉｍｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｓａｔ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｈａｉｒ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ,               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ,               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｉｔ.

Ｉｆ               ｈｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｂｒｅａｋ               ｉｎ,               ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｄｏｏｒ.
               Ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ,               ｈｅ               ｌｏｃｋｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｈｉｍ.

Ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ,               ｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｎｏ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｔｈａｎ               ａ               ｇｌａｎｃｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ.

Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ,               ｈｅ               ｇｌａｎｃｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ,               ｍｅｍｏｒｉｚｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｙｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｒａｎ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｔｉｒｅ               ｕｐｐｅｒ               ａｒｅａ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｓｔａｉｒｓ               ａｔ               ｅｉｔｈｅｒ               ｓｉｄｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｂｌｅｍ               ｓｏｌｖｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈｉｎ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄｓ               ｏｆ               ｅｎｔｅｒｉｎｇ,               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ａｌｔａｒ,               ｄｅｐｏｓｉｔｅｄ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｏｐｐｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｔｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ.

Ｈｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ,               ｈｕｍｍｉｎｇ               ａｌｏｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｙ.

Ｈｅ               ｎｅｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅａｄ               ｏｎ               Ｋｉｎｓｄａｙ,               ｔｏ               ｐｒａｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎｅｓ.

Ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｄａｙｓ               ａｗａｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｐｒｅｐａｒｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅｎ.
               Ｕｐｏｎ               ａｒｒｉｖｉｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ               ａｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ｈｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｇｏｌｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｕｙ               ａ               ｂｌａｃｋ               ｏｕｔｆｉｔ,               ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｐｒａｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｆａｌｌｅｎ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎｅｓ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ｐｕｒｃｈａｓｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｏｕｔｆｉｔ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａ               ｍｅｒｃｈａｎｔ,               ｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｔｏ               ｗａｉｔ.

Ｈｅ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ               ａ               ｄｒｉｎｋ,               ｓｏ               ｈｅ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ               ｉｎｎ,               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｅ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｓｔａｙｅｄ               ｕｐｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ａｒｒｉｖａｌ               ｉｎ               Ｓａｌｉｎｅ.
               Ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ｇｏｔ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｎ,               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｆａｉｒｌｙ               ｃｒｏｗｄｅｄ.

Ｈｅ               ｍｏｔｉｏｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｎｋｅｅｐｅｒ,               ｗｈｏ               ｃａｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｓｍｉｌｅ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｆａｃｅ.
               "Ａｎｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｈａｖｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｂｅｅｎ,               ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ               ｓｅｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｉｎ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａ               ｗｅｅｋ."
               "Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｇｏｏｄ               Ｇａｒｔｈ.

Ｊｕｓｔ               ｎｅｅｄｉｎｇ               ａ               ｄｒｉｎｋ."
               "Ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｊｏｂ?"               Ｗｈｉｌｅ               Ｇａｒｔｈ               ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ａｄｍｉｔ               ｔｏ               ｉｔ,               ｈｅ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｈｉｓ               ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ               ｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｒ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｅｄｉｅｒ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｌｉｆｅ.
               "Ｎｏｔ               ｙｅｔ,               ｂｕｔ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｃｏｕｐｌｅ               ｄａｙｓ.

Ｔｈｉｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ,               ｓｏ               ｓａｙ               ａ               ｐｒａｙｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ               Ｇｏｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｅ."
               Ｇａｒｔｈ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ,               "Ｉ               ｗｉｌｌ.

Ｂｅｓｉｄｅｓ,               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｗａｎｔ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｈａｐｐｅｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｂｅｓｔ               ｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｒ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｄｒｉｎｋ.

"Ｔｈａｎｋｓ,"               ｈｅ               ｓａｉｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ.

Ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ,               ｈｅ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｑｕｉｅｔ,               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｂｂｅｒｙ.
               Ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｋｎｏｃｋ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.

Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｇｒａｂｂｅｄ               ａ               ｋｎｉｆｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｓ               ｐａｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.

"Ｗｈｏ               ｉｓ               ｉｔ?"
               "Ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ,               ｌｅｔ               ｍｅ               ｉｎ               Ｄａｌｅｎ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ.

Ｈｅ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｎｉｆｅ               ｉｎ               Ｄａｌｅｎ'ｓ               ｈａｎｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｓａｉｄ               "ｎｏ               ｎｅｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｕｓｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｐｏｋｅｒ.

Ｉ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｃａｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｏｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓ."
               Ｈｅ               ｐｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｎｉｆｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               ｍｏｔｉｏｎｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｔｏ               ｔａｋｅ               ａ               ｓｅａｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｈａｉｒ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｅｄ.

Ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｓａｔ,               "ｌｉｋｅ               Ｉ               ｓａｉｄ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｃｈｅｃｋｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓ.

Ｔｈｅ               Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｎ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｗａｎｔｓ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ,               ｓｏ               Ｉ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｗｅ               ｃａｎ               ｇｅｔ               ｉｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｈｉｍ,               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔｏｏｄ?"
               Ｎｏｄｄｉｎｇ,               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓａｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｒｅｃｉｔｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｌａｎ.

Ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｄ,               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｎｏｄｄｅｄ,               "ｓｏｕｎｄｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｐｌａｎ.

Ｄｉｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｔａｋｅ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒａｔｉｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎｅｄ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｄｏｏｒｓ               ａｗａｙ?"
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓａｉｄ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｎｏｄｄｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｓａｔｉｓｆａｃｔｉｏｎ.

Ｈｅ               ｓｔｏｏｄ,               ａｎｄ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓｔｏｏｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｉｍ.

"Ｗｅｌｌ,               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｌｅｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｇｅｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｔｈｅｎ.

Ｇｏｏｄ               ｌｕｃｋ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ａｓｋｅｄ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｐｏｌｉｔｅ               ｖｏｉｃｅ,               "Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｏｒｒｙ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ               ｇｏｔｔｅｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｎａｍｅ.

Ｍａｙ               Ｉ               ａｓｋ               ｉｔ?"
               Ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｈｉｍ               ｏｖｅｒ,               ｔｈｅｎ               ａｎｓｗｅｒｅｄ,               "ｗｅｌｌ,               ｓｉｎｃｅ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｕｓ,               Ｉ               ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ               Ｉ               ｃａｎ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｉｔ               ｔｏ               ｙｏｕ.

Ｍｙ               ｎａｍｅ               ｉｓ               Ｊｏｒｄａｎ,               Ｉ               ｗｏｎ'ｔ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｍｙ               ｓｕｒｎａｍｅ,               ａｔ               ｌｅａｓｔ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｙｏｕ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ."
               "Ｉ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ               Ｊｏｒｄａｎ.

Ｉ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ."
               Ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ,               Ｊｏｒｄａｎ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ,               "ｊｕｓｔ               ｍａｋｅ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｇｏ               ｔｅｌｌｉｎｇ               ａｎｙｏｎｅ               ｍｙ               ｎａｍｅ,               ｉｔ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｍｅａｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｌｉｆｅ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｎｏｄｄｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｗａｌｋ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.

Ｈｅ               ｒｅｌａｘｅｄ,               ｒｅａｌｉｚｉｎｇ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｅｎｓｅ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｔｉｒｅ               ｍｅｅｔｉｎｇ.

Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｗｈａｔ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｍｅａｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｙｏｕ,               ｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ,               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｍｅ               ａｓ               ｉｔ               ｍｅａｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｍｅ.
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｎｏｎ-ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔ               ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ.

Ｈｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ａ               ｓｌｉｍ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｐｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｐａｎｔ               ｌｅｇ,               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｓｉｇｈｔ.

Ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎｓｔａｉｒｓ,               ｗａｖｅｄ               ｇｏｏｄｂｙｅ               ｔｏ               Ｓａｒａｈ               ａｎｄ               ｅｎｔｅｒｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ.

Ｈｅ               ｓｔｒｏｌｌｅｄ               ｓｌｏｗｌｙ,               ｔａｋｉｎｇ               ａ               ｃｈａｎｃｅ               ｔｏ               ｌｏｏｋ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｃｌｏｓｅｌｙ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｃｌｅａｎ,               ｏｒ               ａｔ               ｌｅａｓｔ               ａｓ               ｃｌｅａｎ               ａｓ               ｍｏｓｔ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｓｐａｃｅｄ,               ｇｉｖｉｎｇ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｓｐａｃｉｏｕｓ,               ｙｅｔ               ｃｏｚｙ.

Ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｎｅａｒｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ,               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｇｏｔ               ｃｌｏｓｅｒ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｔａｌｌｅｒ.

Ｈｅ               ｎｅｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅｄ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ               ｐｒｉｅｓｔｓ               ａｎｄ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｆｕｎｃｔｉｏｎａｒｉｅｓ.
               Ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ,               ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ,               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｉｎ               ｃｏｒｒｉｄｏｒ.

Ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｄ,               ｉｔ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｎｃｔｕａｒｙ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ               ｌｉｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｕｐｐｅｒ               ｓｅｃｔｉｏｎ.

Ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ａｌｔａｒ               ｐｌａｔｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｐｌａｃｅｄ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｏｉｎ               ｉｎ,               ｔｈｅｎ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｌｉｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｐｅｗｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓａｔ.

Ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｐｒｅｔｅｎｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｐｒａｙ,               ｈｅ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ.

Ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｒｅｌａｘｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｃｕｓｅｄ               ｍｏｓｔｌｙ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.

Ｈｅ               ｓｔｏｏｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｅｗ,               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｏｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ               ｔｏｗａｒｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ.
               Ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ               ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.

"Ｓｏｒｒｙ,               ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ｐｒｉｅｓｔｓ               ａｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ｕｐｓｔａｉｒｓ."
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｐｕｌｌｅｄ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｓｃｒｏｌｌ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｏｃｋｅｔ,               "ｆｏｒ               ｙｏｕｒ               Ｈｉｇｈ               Ｐｒｉｅｓｔ.

Ｉ'ｍ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｓｓｅｎｇｅｒ."
               Ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄ               ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｃｒｏｌｌ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｐｕｌｌｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｒｅａｃｈ.

"Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒ               ｉｔ               ｉｎ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ."
               Ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ,               ｔｈｅｎ               ｎｏｄｄｅｄ,               ｓｔｅｐｐｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｙ.

Ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ,               ｅｓｐｅｃｉａｌｌｙ               ａ               ｇｕａｒｄ,               ｄａｒｅｄ               ｄｅｆｙ               ｔｈｅ               Ｈｉｇｈ               Ｐｒｉｅｓｔ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｌｔｕｒ.
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｕｐ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｉｒｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ.

Ｇｌａｎｃｉｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ,               ｈｅ               ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕａｒｄ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ.

Ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｓｌｉｇｈｔ               ｓｍｉｌｅ,               ｈｅ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏｗａｒｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ               ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｔｏｗａｒｄ               ｉｔ.

Ｕｐｏｎ               ａｒｒｉｖｉｎｇ,               ｈｅ               ｋｎｏｃｋｅｄ,               ｔｈｅｎ               ｅｎｔｅｒｅｄ,               ｃｌｏｓｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｈｉｍ.
               Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｈａｌｌｗａｙ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｄｏｏｒｓ               ｌｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｏｆｆ               ｂｏｔｈ               ｓｉｄｅｓ.

Ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｓｌｏｗｌｙ,               ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｉｎ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｓｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｃｈｅｃｋｉｎｇ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒｓ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ａｌｌ               ｌｅａｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｅｌｌｓ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｃｏｔｓ               ａｇａｉｎｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｒ               ｗａｌｌ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｎａｌ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｐ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｗａｌｌ.

Ｈｅ               ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｆｉｌｌｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｃｈｅｓｔｓ.

Ａｈ,               ｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ,               ｓｕｒｅｌｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｎｉｆｅ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｂｅ               ｈｅｒｅ.
               Ｃｌｏｓｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｈｉｍ,               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｏｕｔ               ａ               ｐｉｃｋ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｈｅｓｔｓ.

Ｊｏｒｄａｎ               ｈａｄ               ｅｘｐｌａｉｎｅｄ               ｗｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ,               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ,               ｂｌａｃｋ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｓｉｌｖｅｒ               ｈａｎｄｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｂｌｕｅ               ｐｏｍｍｅｌ               ｓｔｏｎｅ.

Ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｓｅａｒｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｈｅｓｔｓ,               ｈｅ               ｐｏｃｋｅｔｅｄ               ａ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｒｅａｓｕｒｅｓ               ｈｉｄｄｅｎ               ｗｉｔｈｉｎ.

Ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ,               ｈｅ               ｆｏｃｕｓｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｆｉｎｄｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ.
               Ｈｅ               ｃａｍｅ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｂｏｘ               ｎｅａｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ａｎ               ｏｒｎａｔｅ               ｈａｎｄｌｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｏｕｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｉｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄｓ,               ｇｏｔ               ｉｔ               ｏｐｅｎ.

Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ,               ｒｅｓｔｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｂｌｕｅ               ｃｕｓｈｉｏｎ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｗｏｒｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ｈｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｔｅｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｋｍａｎｓｈｉｐ               ｗａｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｉｇｈｅｓｔ               ｑｕａｌｉｔｙ.

Ｈｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｃｌｏｓｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｏｘ.

Ｈｅ               ｗｒａｐｐｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｒｏｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｗｈｉｔｅ               ｃｌｏｔｈ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｕｃｋｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ｈｉｓ               ｌｏｏｓｅ               ｆｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｓｈｉｒｔ.

Ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ,               ａ               ｍａｇｉｃａｌ               ａｌａｒｍ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.

Ｏｈ               ｎｏ,               ｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ,               ｔｈｅｎ               ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｗａｌｌ.

Ｈｅ               ｒｕｓｈｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｉｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ.

Ｉｔ               ｌｅｄ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｈａｌｌｗａｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｄｏｏｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｒ               ｅｎｄ.
               Ｈｅ               ｒａｎ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈａｌｌ,               ａｎｄ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.

Ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ,               ｈｅ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ａｔ               ａ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               ｏｆ               ｓｔａｉｒｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｌｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｂｅｌｏｗ.

Ｈｅ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｏｕｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｈｉｍ,               ａｎｄ               ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ               ｆｌｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｉｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ａｌｌｅｙ               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ.

Ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ａｌｌｅｙ,               ｈｅ               ｅｎｔｅｒｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａｓ               ａｎ               ａｒｒｏｗ               ｆｌｅｗ               ｏｖｅｒｈｅａｄ               ａｎｄ               ｂｏｕｎｃｅｄ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｌｌ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｙ.

Ｈｅ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｈｉｍ,               ｂｕｔ               ｈｅ               ｈｏｐｅｄ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｈｅａｄ               ｓｔａｒｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｐａｓｔ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｌｅｒｔｅｄ.

Ｈｅ               ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ               ｍｏｖｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ,               ｌｅａｖｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｕｒｓｅｒｓ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ               ａｖｅｎｕｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｒｉｄ               ｈｉｍｓｅｌｆ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｈｉｍ.
               Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｉｒｔｙ               ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ,               ｈｅ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ'ｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｇａｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｓｓ               ｋｎｏｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｅｎｔｅｒ.

Ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ'ｓ               ｍａｉｎ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ｈｅ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ.

Ｐｅｏｐｌｅ,               ｍｏｓｔｌｙ               ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｗｈｏｒｅｓ,               ｌｉｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｌｌｓ,               ｃｈａｔｔｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｅａｃｈ               ｏｔｈｅｒ.

Ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｈｅ               ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｗａｖｅｄ               ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｓａｔ.
               Ｊｏｒｄａｎ               ｗａｓ               ｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｃｈｅｓｔｓ,               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｉｎｇ               ｔｒｅａｓｕｒｅ.

Ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｊｅｗｅｌｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｏｐｐｅｒ               ｐｉｅｃｅｓ               ｆｉｌｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｕｎｋｓ.

Ｊｏｒｄａｎ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｕｐ,               ａｎｄ               ｓａｗ               Ｄａｌｅｎ.

"Ａｈ,               ｓｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｅｄ.

Ｄｉｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｇｅｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉｅｃｅ?"
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｈｉｒｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｎｄｌｅ.

Ｕｎｗｒａｐｐｉｎｇ               ｉｔ,               ｈｅ               ｐｒｏｄｕｃｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｎｄｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ,               ｈｉｌｔ               ｆｉｒｓｔ.

Ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｄ               ｉｔ               ｕｐ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｇｈｔ,               ｓｔｕｄｙｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｎｉｆｅ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ               ｉｎｓｐｅｃｔｉｏｎ,               ｈｅ               ｐｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｔａｂｌｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｍ.
               "Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｉｔ,"               ｈｅ               ｓａｉｄ,               "ｄｉｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｎｙ               ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ?"
               "Ｉ               ｔｒｉｐｐｅｄ               ａｎ               ａｌａｒｍ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｏｘ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｃａｔｃｈ               ｍｅ."
               "Ｈｍｍ,               ｗｅｌｌ,               ｎｏ               ｈａｒｍ               ｄｏｎｅ               Ｉ               ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ.

Ｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               100               ｇｏｌｄ               Ｉ               ｐｒｏｍｉｓｅｄ               ｙｏｕ."               Ｊｏｒｄａｎ               ｔｈｒｅｗ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｂａｇ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｍ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｃａｕｇｈｔ               ｅａｓｉｌｙ.

Ｈｅ               ｔｕｃｋｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ａ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｐｏｕｃｈ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ.
               Ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ,               Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ               ｗａｓ               ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ               ｓｐｏｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｍｏｔｉｏｎｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ.

Ｈｅ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｏｏｋ               ａ               ｃｈａｉｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｂｌｅ.
               "Ｈｅａｒｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｒｏｂｂｅｒｙ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｅｍｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｌｔｕｒ.

Ｓｅｅｍｓ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ａ               ｓａｃｒｉｆｉｃｉａｌ               ｄａｇｇｅｒ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｔｒｅａｓｕｒｅ               ｒｏｏｍ."
               "Ｎｅｗｓ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｓ               ｆａｓｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｃｉｔｙ,"               ｓａｉｄ               Ｄａｌｅｎ.
               "Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ,               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｉｔ?"
               "Ｍｉｇｈｔ               ａｓ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｔｅｌｌ               ｙｏｕ,               Ｉ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｉｔ.

Ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｙｍａｎ               ｆｏｒ               100               ｇｏｌｄ."
               Ｆａｓｔ               Ｊａｃｋ               ｗｈｉｓｔｌｅｄ,               "ｇｏｏｄ               ｐｒｉｃｅ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｍｐｌｅ               ｉｓ               ｏｆｆｅｒｉｎｇ               50               ｇｏｌｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｉｔｓ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｐｔｕｒｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｅｆ,               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｏ               ｌｅｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｋｎｏｗ."
               "Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｎ               ｍｉｎｄ,               ｔｈａｎｋｓ               Ｊａｃｋ."               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓｔｏｏｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｏｏｍ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｓｔａｙ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｗｈｉｌｅ,               ｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ,               ａｔ               ｌｅａｓｔ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｃｏｏｌ               ｏｆｆ.
               Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ａ               ｗｅｅｋ,               ｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               Ｇａｒｔｈ'ｓ               ｉｎｎ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｏｏｋ               ａ               ｓｅａｔ               ａｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ               ｔａｂｌｅ.

Ｇａｒｔｈ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ,               ｈｉｓ               ａｐｒｏｎ               ｗｒａｐｐｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               ａｂｕｎｄａｎｔ               ｂｅｌｌｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ               ｓｍｉｌｅ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｆａｃｅ.
               "Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               Ｄａｌｅｎ,               ａｎｙ               ｎｅｗｓ?"
               "Ｎｏ,               ｎｏｔ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ,               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｂｒｅａｋｆａｓｔ."
               Ｇａｒｔｈ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｗｉｐｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｔａｂｌｅ,               ｔｈｅｎ               ｓａｉｄ               "ｈｅａｒｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｂｂｅｒｙ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｅｍｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｌｔｕｒ?"
               "Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｏｆ               ｉｔ."
               "Ｙｏｕ               ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｋｎｏｗ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈａｔ,               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｙｏｕ?"
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ,               "ｄｏｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｄｏ?

Ｙｏｕ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｍｅ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｈａｔ."
               Ｇａｒｔｈ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ,               "ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ.

Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｓｅｃｒｅｔ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ.

Ｗｈａｔ               ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｗａｎｔ?"
               "Ｈｏｗ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ａｎ               ａｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｂｒｅａｋｆａｓｔ?"
               Ｇａｒｔｈ               ｎｏｄｄｅｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ.

Ｈｅ               ｃａｍｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ               ｌａｔｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｐｌａｔｅ               ｏｆ               ｓａｕｓａｇｅ               ａｎｄ               ｅｇｇｓ,               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｍｕｇ               ｏｆ               ａｌｅ.
               Ｄａｌｅｎ               ｔｏｏｋ               ａ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｄｒｉｎｋ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ａｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｓａｔ               ｂａｃｋ,               ｒｅｌａｘｉｎｇ.

Ｊｕｓｔ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ｄａｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｔｈｉｅｆ,               ｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｆｅｌｌ               ｔｏ               ｅａｔｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｒｅａｋｆａｓｔ.

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