Cutting plants. Archibald Bower_. He glanced around. Wearily, she rested her head against the edge of the wooden tub.
Macrae was hers as she was his, bonded for eternity in an alchemical marriage. In another time and place he would have courted her, or perhaps swept her onto his horse and carried her o He could, but he won't, she said dryly. I… can't pass a judgment without knowledge.
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