The lights were dimmed, and there wasn’t a sound. I could see an old wooden barrel in the centre standing upright. Off to one side there was a wooden stool with some pots and pans surrounding it and a little further back another stool with a bowl of water next to that. Slowly three people wearing dark robes entered and took their place at one of the stations, each of them carrying a candle to light their way. The person at the barrel was chopping something, every slice of the knife hitting the board with a tap, tap, tap. The person at the first stool was stirring something, every stir hitting the pot with a clink, clink, clink. The third person was washing something, every turn of her hand making a splash, splash, splash. Every sound
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