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WHAT IS THAT INCESSANT NOISE? A fly? Is it a fly? Shall she swat it? Tsk. This city truly is a bother. Hustle and bustle is merely a double entendre for double the trouble to she who is foreign. Where are all the eager souls to provide assistance? Footsteps desist before an establishment called The Witching Hour, which, to her intrigue, emanates a form of warped hospitality. The creature that closes in on it just behind her is a young bambino, arms a carriage for peculiar ingredients. (It’s her, she’s the irritable source of noise.)
“What is it, child? What ails you?” she is oblivious to the fact that she blocks the door.
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