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... door slammed shut behind Alvar as he went off to "gather the men," which apparently meant rallying a bunch of exhausted soldiers into carpenters.
Me? I sat there staring at the crooked doodle of my "glorious vegetable shack," wondering if this was genius or the world’s stupidest drunk idea.
I dragged my hand down my face. "Ugh. Why do I only get brain cells when I’m drunk? Should I just stay permanently wasted? Productive alcoholism?"
The hearth cracked. The parchment gla ...
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