Maeve stepped into his study. She took a moment to remember the smell, the scent of old leather and hot meat, of tea and savagery. Archie held a delicate forearm out which, carefully, she took, shaking the lead claw once.
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Twabble by Mr. Tweedy
The philosophers saw with dismay that there was nothing left to deconstruct. They glanced at each other suspiciously.
