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The offer was as distracting as the woman's blindness. "The... future?" Haunt repeated stupidly, trying to make heads or tails of what she meant. "How do you mean?" she pressed before adding, "I don't mind sharing my catch, if I manage anything. But how do you..." She scraped her bottom lip with her teeth as she once again struggled to find the right words. Haunt ended up going with the blunt approach. "Is that how you survive? By 'paying' others to hunt for you?"