by I stood there, with my hands gripping the lip of the oak wine barrel. My eyes fixed on the cleverly hidden button. “Maggie, that button calls to me something powerful! I want to push it. I want to, Maggie.” “You know what Brigid says about the cargo, Swei. You no touchey the cargo!” I stayed silent. Maggie
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