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... fence, and white feathers scattered like confetti. The owner was an old woman, wrinkled, with a floral scarf on her head and a gaze sharper than a butcher’s knife.
"Another adventurer? Tsk. Those damn things ran off again."
She didn’t smile.
"If you bring them all back, I’ll pay. No missing feathers."
He nodded with the slightest movement.
Clear objective. Simple variable.
The chickens didn’t cooperate.He spent most of the morning chasing flying fe ...
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