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    His spare time - which was most of his time - was spent studying the territory which he resided in. He smiled to himself as he sat on the ground of a part of the territory, reading a book about the groups. It read about legends, the names of the groups, anything that wasn't revealing secrets. The basics, not even the territory was written. Just a basic description, and a bit of outdated history. Firth, who didn't know who he was, studied on, interested in this old information source.




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