Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

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It was a relief that things were back to normal. Seivarden was in a reasonably good mood, even if her eye still hurt from being punched by some people in Baltimore, who for some reason had suddenly turned violent when she had asked for directions to a good teahouse.

Now she was making flower arrangements. The flowers might produce pollen, but it was definitely of the normal kind.

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