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... shop in the mountain village of Gurude, was small but crammed with all sorts of goods. The narrow aisles barely fit one person at a time, and even the ceiling was cluttered with dangling items. Anyone who stepped inside would instinctively frown at the stench of oil and a sharp sting that irritated the eyes.
Most bored travelers who wandered in left immediately, repulsed by the smell. A few idle strangers, however, braved the acrid air and eye-watering sting to browse the goods.
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