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Rust takes his tail and reopens a wound, drawing out a strands of angry Glamour. He then offers the stringy Hatred to Mr. Hob. "The Summer Court thanks you for this deal. Pay mind to watch that tongue. Right?" Rust's expression remains neutral.Offer 2 Glamour to sweeten the deal and smooth over the crate.
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John nearly threw up then and there as soon as he tried to swallow the liquid.Tastes like rotten cabbage...Left in the sun...Soaked in sour milk..."Ugh" It took John a few seconds of deep breathing and attempted ingestion before he could feel the knowledge slowly bubble forth in his mind.
He was fairly certain he still had all his limbs intact.
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The night wears on as the residents of Sacramento complete their business in Okey-Dokey's Carnevale, some of whom stay until the very last minute before catching the final swan boats back to the mainland.
Turning back to look upon the island and as the first rays of dawn touch Discovery Park, the Goblin Market has vanished as if it never was.
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