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Trissa's travelling magic shop has come to a hault, as one of its wheels has snapped.
"Worthless piece of-"
She suddenly is aware of your presence.
"Oh, hi there. Are you here to browse? Or, if you could help me...I can part with something from personal collection*. Special items that are normally off-limits to firt time customers."
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