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You walk into a room and your nose becomes filled with a horible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rottedd cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stands on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws are hanning from the ceiling. You walk upto a man behing the counter and ask him for what you want...
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