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... failed completely. No matter how gently or how directly I tried, her expression didn’t shift even a little.
Her face remained stiff, her eyes dull and unreadable, as if she had locked every thought behind an iron door I couldn’t open.
In the end, I had no choice but to head toward the place Cassel had pointed at earlier.
To be honest, it was a small shop—smaller than I expected—but surprisingly neat. Every shelf was dusted, every rack carefully arranged.
The apoca ...
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