She grabbed the bottle from the Knave's hand and without a word of apology or excuse tossed the entire contents back. It burned in a cardamomy, cinnamony, peony sort of way."Surely this will do something," she thought. "It feels strong!""I say," the Knave said, a little dismayed that his quaff had been quorffed.
-Liz Braswell
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