*Lily*
“Not only 1666.“ He reaches into his coat and withdraws a small leather notebook, worn at the edges, the pages soft with handling. He opens it on the counter beside Heathcliff, who does not deign to move. The pages are covered in cramped handwriting, dates and locations and annotations in a script I have to squint to read. “The……
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