The scritching of her pen pauses, as Harrow contemplates if it can possibly be this easy.
"No," she says finally.
The rolltop desk is crowded with books and flimsy she has scribbled on, and a fully-articulated skeletal arm on a brass stand; a bonework vase that holds a violet and a lily.
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Date: 2020-11-25 03:57 pm (UTC)"No," she says finally.
The rolltop desk is crowded with books and flimsy she has scribbled on, and a fully-articulated skeletal arm on a brass stand; a bonework vase that holds a violet and a lily.
"What is it? Did someone prophesy your doom too?"