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> Liu Xi Xian always felt slightly uncomfortable walking into Alto Tumour’s occult bookshop. Perhaps it was the musty smell of the rotting paperbacks that haphazardly lined the shelves. Perhaps it was the musty smell of the customers. Whatever it was the young elementalist quickly slipped into the back of the shop, past the rack of tarot decks and behind the cabinet of plastic-sealed tantric volumes.
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> Vinnie De Soth, exorcist for hire and outcast white sheep of the De Soth sorcerer clan, was waiting nervously at his tiny desk under the staircase. He jumped up hurriedly when he saw his visitor had arrived, thumped his head on the low slope of the steps above him, and managed to scatter his pile of paperwork all across the floor then spill his coffee over it.
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> “Sorry,†he apologised as he mopped up the mess with a pile of bills. “It’s turning into a difficult evening, that’s all. Sorry, Liu Xi.â€Â
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> Liu Xi sighed and used her elemental gifts to separate out the caffeine from the invo |
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