Bakingstrike
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“You’re back,” Alhaitham said without looking up, his voice calm and measured. He dipped his quill back into the inkwell and continued to write, the scratch of pen against parchment filling the room. “I was beginning to think the Akademiya had finally swallowed you whole.”
Kaveh rolled his eyes, dumping his armload onto a side table with less care than he probably should have. “If only. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with you every day.”