“There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the usual. ‘Though we might have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away. Aha!" he continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. Sanguine they were not. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers.
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