039: Morning Ritual

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The sorceress stood before her table, accoutrements, tools, and exotic ingredients spread before her. When the first rays of dawn hit the table, she began to work, humming to herself and preparing her brew. Sharp smells and mechanical hisses filled the air.

She filled two bone china cups, and set one before the beast in her parlor.

"Thanks, doll." It said after draining the cup.

"You know," the sorceress said, sipping from her own. "Most familiars do this sort of thing for their mistress.

"I appreciate it, ma'am. But you know me. I'm a monster before I've had my coffee."

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