SEVENTY-NINE: The Few
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Alden stretched out on the bench where he’d planted himself after his interview had ended. The weather outside was pleasant enough, and it seemed like a good place to decompress and kill time.
He turned his thoughts toward his priority contact list, and it appeared. His attention lingered on Boe’s name at the top for a few seconds. Boe would have had so much to say about his magic, the interview, and all the people he’d met today. The more time passed without hearing from him, the more Alden dwelled on random details of their last few days together, as if they had some special significance.
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