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... fiery red flower, adhering to the bottom of the black cauldron.

Inside the cauldron, steam bubbled vigorously. Pearlescent mist seemed faintly translucent under the night sky, and within the clear broth, several plump slices of mushrooms floated peacefully, everything appearing so serene.

Except for the few silhouettes of somber faces reflected on the soup’s surface.

"The Cleaning Charm doesn’t work."

"Even the Mage’s Hand can’t grasp that bean."

"Once the ...

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