Fumbling with the key in his left hand, Jexson knocked aside the offer of help from the straw-head, Wolfrun, and all but forced the door. It swung open with a soft creak. He headed for his chair by the table, thinking if Wolfrun and Davion were not with him, he would have just collapsed on his bed.
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