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Shopping is incredibly boring when you’re a mere spectator. I followed Shade through the cramped stalls like a lost, droopy puppy, unable to buy and unsure what I could even touch. In a world full of magic I wondered if even an innocent looking string bean could be deadly, or at least give me hives.
My musings about my new world meant I fell a few steps behind Shade. He himself had stopped at another stall filled with onions and garlic. Not my favorite scents.
“A moment of your time, miss,” a squeaky voice spoke up.
I paused and looked to my right. A jeweler stall stood close by and the seller, an old hag covered in rags, sat atop a small stool in the opening. Most of her stall was hidden behind a thick curtain, but her wares surrounded her, and many necklaces and rings decorat
