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Harry packed up his gear, wiping his hands on his oil-stained jersey. “Just make me a plate of pork and chive dumplings. And for goodness’ sake, tell your kitchen hands to stop putting gloves down the sink.”

That afternoon, as Harry sat in the warm, steamy window of Soggy Dumpling, dipping dumplings in black vinegar, his phone buzzed again. A text from a woman in Kelburn: “Help. My bathtub is filling up with… is that seaweed? I live on a hill.” drain unblocking wellington

His workshop, tucked under the shadow of Mount Victoria, had a faded sign that read: Harry packed up his gear, wiping his hands