In her long and interesting life, Lark has held down a ton of different jobs.

We can't tell you about all of them, because, well, spoilers.

But here, let's rattle off a few.

Line cook, newspaper delivery girl, butcher, smuggler, bodyguard, street sweeper, bouncer, poacher,

locksmith, baker, but that was only briefly because she was fired a day later.

Carpenter, mechanic, hunter, upholsterer, barge pilot.

Pawnbroker, dishwasher, burglar, and, oh, a fucking sorceress.

Music Surprise.

We did it again.

We're mad with power.

She's not really a sorceress, per se. Not in the sense that she went to Hogwarts with power. She's not really a sorceress per se,

not in the sense that she went to Hogwarts or something. She's more of a fortune teller,

but that sounds maybe less cool. And it's to have their fortunes told that the twins, the identical twins, Etty and Ellie, the dancers from the Black Candle Cabaret, are here tonight.

They've got these long black overcoats with the fur

trim, cute little shoes and stockings standing there huddled together looking absolutely

terrified in the darkness, in the wilderness, in the fold. They are in the middle of nowhere

outside of Lark's cabin shack.

You've been here before, but they haven't.

This is the first time they've ever been here.

They're in the middle of nowhere.

This little wagon has just dropped them off and is receding into the darkness of this full night.

The two of them are maybe 50 feet from the cabin door clinging to each other desperately.

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