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... neath one of House Seravin’s old merchant corridors, the place had the feel of a forgotten storefront. The stall itself sat under a worn stone arch, its vendor NPC blinking slowly like she was waking from a dream. Her silver braid hung over one shoulder, eyes glowing emerald and unfocused. The velvet-trimmed merchant uniform she wore gave her a noble look—clean, highborn, and oddly welcoming despite the dusty gloom.
Above the terminal, a glass lamp flickered in low intervals, casting dul ...
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