"Think it through, dear."... «Grey Sister»
RamingoWS25 июня 2018"Think it through, dear." Glass pulled out her chair and sat at her desk. There were papers that would need signing. She paused, arm extended for her quill. Apple`s intelligence had never been in doubt but the woman applied it too narrowly. "Imagine Pelter is making one of those poisons of yours. He selects his ingredients. He assembles them. He adds them, in the required order and in the required amounts. Not all at once. Some watchers first. Let thing simmer. Some more. Stir. Wait. Then the next." "But what`s he brewing?" Apple`s fingers moved as if imagining mixing ingredients of her own. "I told you," Glass said. "Poison."
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