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... ason.
Tucked between abandoned buildings at the edge of the old quarter, the shop looked like nothing more than a forgotten relic with dusty windows and a flickering sign.
It was the kind of place people passed without ever really seeing but Rogan slipped inside anyway.
The air changed the moment the door shut behind him.
Thick with herbs, smoke and something older like ancient magic layered so deeply into the walls that it hummed faintly beneath his skin.
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