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"The Qasalan Expellibox" by rainbow_mist_wave
I leaned my elbows against the stall's table and sighed as the desert winds buried a few sand grains into my coat. I really couldn't stand my job sometimes. The only relief was to make snarky comments to customers. I was in one of those moods. Thankfully, it wasn't long until my first customer arrived; my box of scarabs was all ready...

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