Book1:TeDream-Maker

ssionandbrokenbonesandneedsalotofmoopayhishospitalbills.Iamtryingtohelphim．Ihopedtowinatthegamblingtable,butnoluck!Ilostmyshirt．Sotheonlyceleftformewastosteal.”

    "Jamaz?Youmeantheservantinthathousebythekewhofelldownthedder?"

    "Yes．Doyouknowhim?"

    "No.”Themanwasathief,thoughtDimitri，buthewasloyaltohisfriendsandthereforeworthhelping．"What’syourname?"

    "RichardChao.”

    "eheretomorrowintheeveningandImayhavesomemoneyforyou.”

    "Really?Youwill?"

    "I’lldomybest.”

    "Ok．I’llbeheretomorrowevening．Thankyousomuch”saidRichardahenarrowalleyresumeditsaryserenity．

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