Stephen reached forward to rap a few knuckles on her book. "If you find some quiet time to pour over that tomb of yours, look me up." With that, he made his exit. It was time for tea. Heavy contemplation called for something to clear one's head, though not while he was in the library. He had more tact than that.
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Date: 2018-09-28 05:34 am (UTC)