Watson did not move. Not at first. Only one argyle-socked foot gave the faintest twitch, the way a man’s dignity might twitch if it had been caught in the act and was trying to decide whether to return to its body. Gregory, flat on his back beside the brownie pan, opened one eye. It was the eye of a gnome who had seen glory and was not yet ready to discuss consequences. Watson finally spoke, eyes still closed. “Define… all.” Selah stood in the doorway. The room was thick with

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