Antiquitus' sign remains flipped to 'closed,' and the lights are out. Kilrenko sits in the shop window, at her table with the brownies usually on it. Today, however, her feet are up on the table instead of chocolatey heaven, and her usual look of calm (or cheer) is replaced with sadness or unshed tears. A bottle of very expensive Skiuutuzanian Ale
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