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Three separate witnesses confirm it: Nox was perched outside the village bakery at first light this morning, feathers fluffed against the cold, staring through the window like the fate of the kingdom depended on what was inside.
The baker, who asked not to be named, told us Nox ordered "the usual" — and paid. In mice. "He always pays," she said. "He's very particular about debts."
What does an owl want with pastry at dawn? Our sources suggest Nox has been pulling double shifts on night watch and has simply given up on conventional breakfast hours. Others whisper he's planning something. He is, of course, an owl. He's always planning something.
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