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... r recipes?" Aske continued, using a speaker.

"I don't have the recipe for Life I, but I do have a clue." The number 10 compartment replied, "40 pounds."

"Deal." Aske said.

The money was swept away by the Shadow, and after a moment, a note was delivered.

"Please go to house number 44 on Duloc Road in the slums by midnight tonight, where you'll find the Life I recipe you're looking for."

"Is this... an invitation?" Nora asked hesitantly.

"Hmm, I have ...

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