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... rning streets of Mistvale, the air alive with the chatter of vendors and the sizzle of street food. My fluffy catgirl ears twitch at every sound, and my tail swishes as we pause at a stall to grab breakfast—a quick snack of grilled fish on sticks, then dried squid dusted with fiery spices, and finally, a big ice cream cone drowned in sticky syrup.

Compared to yesterday, my sense of taste has perked up a tiny bit, like a faint spark in a dim room, but it’s still not enough to savor the fu ...

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