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Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
Why was the cook arrested?