I went into the stockroom, where Zillah had left me a note telling me to price all of the items on one of the shelves. She was trying to make the shop more organized, but she still had hundreds of things that were unlabelled and unpriced.
I took a few things over to the table and sat down. There was a rusty knife with a carved wooden blade, a pendant with a strange design like an eye wrapped in thorned vines, and...
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