Dinner

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Just before seven, the waitrats set up a table, a bit separated from the others; a table for two, with candles for the right atmosphere. Mace peruses the preparations, and raises a brow at the bottle of chilled champagne: that might be a touch too much, but he lets it stay.

Dressed in formal robes, he waits for his guest.

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