Dissent Foments
It was time for plans to come together. Gideon walked down a particular street of Hammer Bay and knocked on the door of a little house. Erik had been long-term intellectual and emotional investment, and, if Gideon was right, an essential one.
"Good evening, Mrs. Mellencamp," he said with his most charming smile. "I'm just here to talk to Erik."
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