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Shadow smiled as he examined the diamonds in his hand. He carefully tucked them into his belt pouch and limped back to his caravan. The battle in Cabala had left him with a limp as well as a scar running down his left leg. Since then he had turned to more legal business, that of a merchant... not completly legal though - he still kept some interest in the world of crime.
A strange sensation ran over Shadow's body and he had an irrational urge to return to the old palace of Merlin. For days he ignored the urge, putting it down to boredom, but he could not ignore it and for a week he rode the caravan towards the palace. Leaving it at the nearest village Shadow completed the final part of the journey on foot with the assistance of an old beaten staff which he had "borrowed" off a begger.
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