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The insides of the intimidating building that housed the police department felt... Different, cold and unwelcoming to Eallric as the armed seven-men police squad - him being at the very heart if diagonals were drawn, brought him out of his halfway battered 404 into the white, snowy erection.
Inspector Bertio was there, tapping his feet rapidly on the fancy, golden tiles of the reception office.
“Are you okay, sir? Anything we can get for you?”
“Nothing, Bertio,” Eallric sighed deeply, “Thanks for your help by the way. Is Sergeant Marger around?”
“Yes, sir, and I - am right here, too,” the mousy haired police officer said, climbing down the spotless, white stairs from her office and walking into the reception.
“Good. I don't know how you're going to get about it but I need the people outside calmed. I'll be giving them a little speech in
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