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The drive to the camp isn't very long, but it isn't short, either. You pass through the city, across the bridge, to a wilder looking place. It's no jungle, but the concrete is far behind you. You stop at a hill, disembark. For a moment you might wonder how the man in the wheelchair is going to travel up the slope. Then he rises from his chair and seems to unfold.
Standing before you is a centaur, man from the waist up, horse from the waist down.
"My name," he says, "is Chiron, and I am here to train you."
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