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... ned, stretching his arms behind the counter. "Hello, hunter," he replied groggily, eyeing Alex with mild curiosity.

"I need to process this meat properly and quickly. Can you help me?" Alex asked urgently, his voice tense with impatience.

"Calm down there, son," the shopkeeper said, standing up straighter. "What have you got?" He leaned forward to inspect the bundle Alex unwrapped. As soon as he caught sight of the white hide and faintly glowing veins of the meat, his eyes widene ...

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