**VOLUME 3: THE MAESTRO OF THE TIPPELIGAEN**
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Friday, March 1, 2013.
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The mist danced upon the streets of Trondheim, making them appear like some magical daydream. The early morning sunlight, soft and diffuse, gave way to the first rays of the day, threatening to pierce through the dreamy ambiance.
Zachary cut across the morning chill, his Adidas sneakers kissing the pavement with a constant robotic rhythm—almost in sync with his heartbeat. He'd braved the early morning drizzle to partake in his routine six-mile outdoor run. His breath came steady, and he didn't exhibit any signs of slowing down despite having already run four miles.
