He's slipped through a door in a back alley of Isfahan that was supposed to lead into the underbelly of a bath house, but now, suddenly, he is in this lovely inn where the mysterious Lady Tiwa resides.
And a wonderful smell of baking, and some strange singing.
He's slipped through a door in a back alley of Isfahan that was supposed to lead into the underbelly of a bath house, but now, suddenly, he is in this lovely inn where the mysterious Lady Tiwa resides.
And a wonderful smell of baking, and some strange singing.
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"What is it made of?" he asks.
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"Both are bitter," he says. "But coffee stays bitter. Chocolate transforms."
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