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Daemien stopped by hours later, just when the store was about to close — ah, but the store already was deemed to be closed, wasn't it? Bistro was just the unfortunate intruder. And he was simply her beneficiary. So, then... Most of the lights in the shop were already shut off. Only a small desk lamp was left on, and the shop's tanned guest, a woman, at the desk was rifling through several documents. Even with the slightest bit of concentration, he could've gleamed its descriptors despite the sigils upside down from his perspective. But he was more concerned with the haul of his

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