The potion boiled over because of Margaret’s hearing. Or, more specifically, her lack of hearing. At least she couldn’t hear her knees creak as she knelt down to clean it up.
The ship rocked gently back and forth in the harbor as laborers loaded cargo into the hold. The air was hot and humid, causing her to sweat buckets under her dark clothing. She was catching eyes as she walked by, but she didn’t care. The sooner her business was finished, the quicker she could get off this pathetic island.
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