an undeclared war
Tweedledum’s chum stood with his hand resting lightly on the back of her arm, as if to turn her away from some potentially corrupting sight. … I stood my ground, smiled, and introduced myself. I'm looking for Timothy Butler. That must be you. … I calmed down enough to notice that Timothy Butler was clenching and unclenching his right hand in an effort at self-control. Tweedledum noticed it too. She rushed to his defense.
I'm looking for Timothy Butler. That must be you.
And following Dee, which Britons long ygone / Did call divine, that doth by Chester tend; […]
Whose hand above this blaze is lifted Shall be with magic touch engifted
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