Hilary Brown

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His throat felt parched. At least he could obey the call of his nature. But this time it was an oddly disquieting one. “Do we have any . . . tea?” he said. “What is tea?” said the Countess.
Carpe Jugulum (Discworld, #23; Witches, #6)
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