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Wolf remained silent. “We have no money, but we can offer you women,” she added. Wolf’s eyes flickered only slightly, yet he still said nothing. “Many bands live in New Eden. They perform in many towns across the country, even in the cities. If you save us, they will write songs about you.” Wolf cracked a smile. “We will leave in the morning,” he told her. Then he turned to me. “And you will come with us.”
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