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"Welcome," you said, clicking your heels. "Here at Counter Fare-A-Day's, three things are guaranteed:"
"... provided, of course, you have coins," you remind them. Coins are important.
Coins, of course, being the ultimate test of your capabilities
against the Fiend's expectations.
After the declaration, the gas mask man chuckled and took
a step forward to introduce himself and his companion.
It's not that you only trust Stanislav; it's that he's the only one
looking understandable for this stituation --
-- that is, utterly obscured. Guarded. Quiet.
Genevieve stands still as Stanislav crouches to browse the abaci. You watch her.
She looks back at you.
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You hear cicadas clicking.
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Click.
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Click.
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Click.
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You grind your teeth.
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