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“Five teleport crystals.” “Eh...? Did something happen?” “Nothing at all.” She moved to lean on the cabinet adjacent to the counter as she was accustomed to, lazily twirling a finger through her hair. It had been months since her last visit and upon stepping in, she’d found that she long accepted that Pandora’s Wares would always be cluttered – somewhere along the line, that had turned into its unique charm. “Since one already takes up an entire battle-ready slot, I figured just filling it up with duplicates should save me a couple of trips.” Behind the trade window, the merchan

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