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"─and he has an apprentice now!"

Mazelinka had been rattled awake by a loud crashing from her kitchen window. She'd only begun, bleary-eyed ─ what time was it? ─ to investigate the damage by dim candlelight, and that foolish doctor was already well into his exposition. The old woman rounded on him, intent on telling him off, when she finally noticed the state he was in.

"Ilya! You're drenched in blood!"

"Well, uh, yes. Yes, I suppose I am. They - the apprentice, that is... they threw a bottle at me."

She hesitated, wondering if she actually wanted to know the details. She watched him for a moment as he swayed on the balls of his feet, a ridiculous grin plastered across his bloodstained face. He looked positively giddy. She was sure she didn't want to know.

She sighed. "Why did they do that?"

He threw his arms out and laughed raucously "I broke into their shop!"

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