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Equal Rites  - Terry Pratchett

Mist curled between the houses as the wizard crossed a narrow bridge over the swollen stream and made his way to the village smithy, although the two facts had nothing to do with one another. The mist would have curled anyway; it was experienced mist and had got curling down to a fine art.


Ahhhh! This is more like it!