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... h and poured steaming water into my teacup.
I watched the scene in silent fascination. The oak was remarkably young and petite enough to fit inside the lodge where Mr. Fronan hosted us. Its roots danced on the floor as it graciously proceeded to serve Marika next. My friend studied the tree with a puzzled expression. No doubt the same questions entered both of our minds.
I had bought enough forestry-related skills to know that an oak was physically incapable of moving. Yet here i ...
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