Date: 2016-04-28 02:22 am (UTC)
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"Nor I," he agreed, closing the door behind them. It clicked with solemn finality.

But rather than do anything sinister, Crowley began to reach into his bag to pull out a fine bottle of wine, excellent chocolate, cheese, grapes, hard sausage, crackers, a cutting board and a knife.

None of which had come from the shop.

"Come sit. I've got a feast," he said.

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