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- sprig of absinthe
- London, United Kingdom
- "once he picked up a book the thief had been reading, and saw a sprig of absinthe leaves used as a bookmark. That felt like the only certain thing about the man, and from then on every few days, the writer carefully noted the progress of the absinthe making it's own journey through the plot"