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- Statuesque and tangibly distant, Miss Balzar seems more a fairytale figure than a knowable friend. It is as if she was hewn from fine marble in the style of old heroes, though her plinth has long since overgrown with ivy and creeping lilies; lost in the arches of a forgotten hall.
- This ancient stone has been inlaid and so, in turn, she inlays - brass, mahogany and fine glasswork gild her and, in time, those she meets. Even the air is not left without memento, the ghost of sandalwood smoke lingering in her wake.
- But it is more than the storied chisel that keeps her company for she carries with her the promises of faraway and fabled lands. Like offerings hung across a shrine, her strange treasure-tools speak in foreign whispers of a trade stranger still. Travellers have come this way.
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