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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“If there’s one thing they teach you in podcasting school, it’s that you always save the monkeys for last.”
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