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Feng’er finally stirred from behind the counter. She placed several black pouches on a tray, her joints cracking in a sharp, unnatural way. Then, moving stiffly to the door, she opened it just a crack.
From the darkness, a rotting, bloated hand wrapped in black smoke reached inside. It grabbed one of the black pouches and then pushed it back, grabbed another, and pushed it back again...repeating this several times until finally, it did not return the last pouch.
The white-ro ...
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