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The Grumpy Old Man and the Lost Month
Author: Yep
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Borin didn't wait for Lex to catch his breath. The moment they stepped through the inn's door, the big innkeeper grabbed him by the collar and dragged him through the common room, past the confused stares of a few afternoon drinkers, and straight into the small back room where they'd divided the gold a lifetime ago.

He shoved Lex onto a wooden stool and stood over him, arms crossed, his face a storm of worry and frustration.

"Alright, kid. Talk," Borin demanded. "Where in the three continents h
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