The three unlikely allies look at each other, fear and hesitation visible on the faces of the hunter and the thief, as well as determination, the thief also showing jealous passion in his eyes; as for the man called "N," his eyes tell no tales. As the others work, looking over their inventory one last time, the Letter N eats another peppermint. N never sweats, N never shows fear, N is almost more mechanoid than man to an onlooker. Who is N? What is N? Not even Blake knows the answers yet . . .
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