The scent of incense and old leather fill the air as you step into the shop. The shelves are stacked with polished bottles, glimmering talismans, and objects that hum with strange magic. Then the man himself appeared. "Welcome to my Veil of Wonders, my dear," His grand gesture was one of a proper gentleman, but there was something unsettling in the air, a creeping doubt that lingered in the back of the your mind. Was it the crumbling city outside, or the enigmatic man before you?
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