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“Mistress Roydon requires some supplies,” George explained to the apothecary as I drew near. Sebastian’s mind went carefully blank at the mention of my name. “Yes,” I said slowly. “Red ink, if you have it. And some scented soap, for washing.” “Aye.” The wizard searched through some small pewter vessels. When he found the right one, he put it on the counter. “And do you require sealing wax to match the ink?” “Whatever you have will be fine, Master Sebastian.” “I see you have one of Master Hester’s books,” George said, picking up a nearby volume. “I told Mistress Roydon that your ink is as good as Hester’s and half the price.” The apothecary smiled weakly at George’s compliment and put several sticks of carnation-colored wax and two balls of sweet-smelling soap on the table next to my
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