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... line, her back straight, her hands clasped on the smooth wooden desk. Across from her, the manager, a skeleton in a sharp, professional suit, regarded her with a polite but unreadable expression. The room was tidy, organized, and utterly devoid of the usual chaos Luma expected from a busy workshop. A small, neatly arranged set of mana stones sat on the corner of the desk, glowing with a soft, steady light, a stark contrast to the rough-hewn workshops of her own kingdom.
"I’d like to meet ...
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