"He worked here, once, before he died. It will have been sold from here, made in this very workroom behind me here.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the curtained archway.
“Does he still work here?”
“No,” the shop keeper said bluntly. “He’s dead.”
“Oh.” Saffie was a little taken aback. “I’m sorry.”
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