Dix sat in the quiet darkness of Glenbrook’s study, examining the face of the simple giant clutching a folder full of letters. “Can I give you the letters back now please?” Dix shook his head with a wry smile, pondering his mascot. Joe never did forget his manners, though he might have the mind of a child but he’d known he could rely on him to
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