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"Cauldron Cafe" by neoghia
The sky was a deep grey above the stone shop, light from the moon reflecting off the morning dew that covered everything. On the horizon, light was growing and grey slowly turned to pink. A figure lumbered down the quiet street with four heavy feet stirring up dust behind it. The Chomby came to the front of the shop and with a deft flick of his tail tapped the secret stone that unlocked the door. It was an interesting system. Some part architecture, some part magic but he couldn’t claim to understand it. His brother had actually enchanted and installed the materials as a grand opening gift.

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