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“Do you have a human name?” Gilbert asked. “Or can I just call you Templar?”  There had been very little for them to do since the adult Templar knights were off busy running about and preparing to leave on their journey to the Levant,  leaving the two boys to aimlessly wander the grounds. “Hmm… you can call me Salomon or just Sal if you like. That’s what the other Templars do, based off my long name. How about you? What do you call yourself?” “Me? Uh, I’m just Gilbert.” he said. “Gilbert Beilschmidt.”  Names were strange beasts, he thought, and he still wasn’

 “Um, _____, what are we doing at the pier in the middle of winter?” _____ smiled knowingly as she guided Gilbert by the hand. Her eyes glanced briefly at both her watch and the sun descending toward the horizon, and she grinned at the accuracy of her timing. “You’ll see.” The pair trekked down the shoreline of the lake, the frosted grass crunching underneath their shoes, until _____ gradually came to a halt. Gilbert looked at her skeptically and asked, “Alright, what’s this about?” _____ didn’t answer, but instead dove her hand into her bag and extracted a black glasses case. Holdin