Her pa was only the smithy. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so.
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