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The lean-to would have to do to set up the cauldron as some idiot had abandoned a car in her workshop!
It was a brumal evening, and wrapping her cloak around her shoulders, she gathered firewood with haste. Time was of the essence for success. No way could they call her fainéant.
The fragrant bundle of herbs and chamomille soon had a soothing effect on her thoughts, and the dreary night was forgotten as the old witch supped on her brew of rejuvenation.