Chapter 0080
The bell on the shop door jingled when I entered. It was dark inside, and while my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, I heard the gruff voice of an older woman who sounded like she’d been smoking cigarettes for fifty years call out to me.

“Mornin’, hun,” she said.

My eyes adjusted so I could final
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