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... om the book replaying in his mind. His blood boiled; he felt as though he had become the young man in the story. The work before him seemed to possess a unique charm that ensnared him completely, making him believe in the world within its pages with all his heart.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Suddenly, the bookstore owner slapped him hard on the shoulder.
"What’s the matter?" the Minotaur frowned, a puff of white breath escaping his nostrils. He hated being interrupted while reading.
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