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It’s a very tired young woman who pushes the door open carefully with her beshoed foot, stares blankly into the bar for a few moments, and sets her stack of chalkboards on a nearby desk before entering.
Cora brushes some of the hair that’s fallen out of her bun (smudging it with the chalk dust left on her hands), politely orders a bowl of stew from a waitrat, and looks for a place to sit as the waitrat scurries off to get it.
Cora brushes some of the hair that’s fallen out of her bun (smudging it with the chalk dust left on her hands), politely orders a bowl of stew from a waitrat, and looks for a place to sit as the waitrat scurries off to get it.