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THE CHOCOLATE OUGHT TO MELT OUT WHEN THEY’RE BAKED. HOW DO THEY DO IT, DO YOU THINK?
“Tis probably a craft secret,” said Jason. “I never asks that kind o’ question.”
GOOD MAN. VERY WISE. I MUST—
He had to ask, if only so’s he’d always know that he had asked.
“M’lord?”a change in the air movement which suggested to Jason that the speaker was now standing in front of him.
ARE YOU A MAN OF FAITH, MR. OGG?
Jason gave this some swift consideration. Lancre was not
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knee-deep in religions. There were the Nine Day Wonderers, and the Strict Offlians, and there were YES, MR. OGG?“I ‘as got one question ...”YES, MR. OGG?Jason ran his tongue over his lips.“If I were to ... take the blindfold off, what’d I see?”There. It was done now.There was a clicking sound on the flagstones, and