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Your adventure begins in the least reputable corner of a market that was already making a strong effort not to be reputable.

A crooked stall leans against an alley wall. Its canvas roof sags under rainwater, pigeon feathers, and what may once have been a hat.

Behind the counter stands a small trader with bright eyes, quick hands, and the smile of someone who has never once confused honesty with good business.

"Fine goods," he says. "Rare goods. Mostly legal goods. Come closer, friend. Spend a little money before someone else steals it from you."