She took a bite of the stale biscuit from her plate. At least, she assumed it was her plate. She made a lot of assumptions. This tea and biscuit had been left here for her, surely. Who else would it be here for? She was the only person in all the islands as far as she had observed. The wizard – that’s the only word she had for him – would be too large for this small table and chair, if he were to ever visit this island, and it certainly wasn’t for the animals.
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