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Bombay, India
12 March 1898
3:30 pm

The carriage pulls up to the front of the colourful house and Will has to jiggle the door handle twice before it actually clicks open. Sighing heavily, he clambers out, dragging a satchel behind him, and holds the door for Rose to do the same. Flicking the brim of his fedora with his finger, he wrinkles his nose at the shower of dust that falls from it, confirming the suspicion that if he shook his coat out he'd leave a sizeable pile of dirt behind. Occupational hazard, he thinks ruefully, glad he's trained himself not to remember that the filth coating both of them is actually the dust of centuries-old bones and blood. "After you, luv," he murmurs, shouldering the bag and gesturing for his wife to precede him.
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Grinning after her, Will nudges the door shut with his foot and follows her down the hall toward the coatrack and the mail table. The mirrors on both walls reflect them in duplicate and triplicate to infinity, and he takes a moment for the thousandth time to admire the house they've called their own for nearly a year now. The high ceiling above their heads is raftered with teak and mahogany, and the windows let in the golden afternoon sun. The courtyard is visible through the door ahead, plants and inviting chairs beckoning them to relax.

"I think port," he says, shrugging out of his duster and tossing it on the coatrack, "sounds like an excellent plan with dinner. In fact," he bends to press a kiss to her temple as she gathers the mail, "if there isn't something already made, I think port is an excellent plan for dinner."
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