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Martha Adams sweeps in from her guest-room closet. This is, after all, where the permanent door between her home and the Bar has chosen to settle and so it is not an unexpected arrival.

She has a large, burlap sack with several yearling trees poking out the top. This is set on Bar with a note that it is for Quinn Abercromby.

Then she gets a cup of coffee, and goes to watch the stars die for a while.