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He couldn't put his finger on it, this deepening mystery. And there was nothing that so dearly annoyed Gerald Tarrant as an enigma involving his own identity and self. He glanced at Damien from where he lay but scant feet away, sighed, and turned away on his side. The road to Calesta was taxing both of them. That MUST be the source of his mental block. Frustrated, he rolled roughly back toward Vryce to once again examine this puzzle of emotions. The force of the roll brought him flush against the other man and elucidated his own answer. Oh...