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Daylight between watches belonged to other people's lists.
Henrik had two west-bound replies waiting—one dosage, one a polite refusal to a dens-head who wanted rare bark we did not stock and would not pretend to.
I drafted both at the long table while Freja argued with a batch of paste that had gone thicker than her notes allowed.
Oscar put his head in to say the fringe path was holding and that a mule train had been seen on the Mårvik track, which meant Saga Vik or someone with her habits might appear before the freeze locked the higher ground.
She appeared near midday, earlier than the mule train rumour suggested, with frost on her lashes and a satchel that clinked less than last time.
