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“Why don’t you tell me what you’re willing—” “Five days.” Hmph. “Well, that seems rather arbitrary, Your Grace.” “Are you familiar with the numerology of the number five?” She blinked slowly. “I… uh… No.” “The number five generally indicates a person who is full of energy and yet unable to channel it responsibly. That is you.”

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