After leaving the fields, Arthur leaned conspiratorially toward Sylvie and whispered, "Come on. I've got something for you to try."
Sylvie gave him a doubtful look but followed him nonetheless.
They arrived at a small workshop where a faint, sweet aroma hung in the air.
Inside, a middle-aged woman was completely absorbed in stirring a thick syrup in a pot.
Her name was Doris, one of the refugees who had followed Arthur to the Northlands.
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