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On the corner of 4th and Grace Street, there is a small, unnoticed and unimportant shop filled with odd things.
This shop is easily passed by, small and slightly decrepit, and appears to be, from the outside, utterly insignificant.
Inside the shop is a customer named Ignatius, who studies the label on a product as he browses, peering over his half moon glasses, who also appears to be, from the outside, utterly insignificant.
On the shelves are thousands of little vials and jars and cans and other assorted glass and plastic and tin containers filled with a thousand different liquids of a thousand different colors.
If you ask the employee at the front about the products, he or she (depending on whether Lawrence or Amelia is on duty) will recite to you a well rehearsed patter. “The Emporium is dedicated to supplying our customers with the most extensive and rich…
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