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Deen knocked on door, hoping that Deucalion would be there, but he couldn’t listen to him. He wasn’t there and when he was going to walk away, the door opened and recognized someone else. “Hello, I was looking for Deucalion.”
Max answered the door with raised eyebrows. “Oh. Uh. Most people aren’t looking for him.” He raked his eyes over the stranger. “He’s not here right now, I can take a message, though.”













