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She looked at the iron gate that stood between her and the old man, and her thoughts began to drift aimlessly.,He was clad in pure white fleece pajamas, looking as if he had just stepped out of the bath. His silken blond hair caught the warm glow of the hearth fire. He sat quietly and intently reading by the fire, his delicate features holding a gentle expression… reminding her of a poet, with the flames rising in their home fireplace.,Is this the price one pays for being attacked by demonologists。