Then he went to the clerk at the entrance to reclaim his cat, and hurried across the street to the club, intending to study the Rituals.
Just as he stepped through the door, he saw that silver-tongued manager coming up to greet him, holding a rectangular object in his arms that looked like a tightly wrapped painting.
"This was left here by a painter. He said it was a promised gift for you earlier?"
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