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... ed a grape and dripped the juices on the refractometer. The beaven, young and old, all leaned in closer to watch what I was doing. The three Digger-turned-Goldstone youngsters did the same, their extra height on the beaven allowing them to sit at the back.
Though not as far back as Mirelda, who towered over everyone present. She was here ostensibly to learn how to make wine, but was really just in it for the beaven petting. I could see her just out of the corner of my eye, desperately tr ...
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