Junk. A lot of it looks like it's jewelry but it's all broken and dirty.
[ He reaches down and grabs what looks like a quarter or perhaps a third of a thick bracelet. ]
Shit like this can't even be worn or put anywhere. What's anyone gonna do with this? Melt it?
[ "It binds to the ankle," the shopkeeper suddenly speaks up. Their voice is as old-seeming as their face, raspy, perhaps a touch feminine. "On the left will give you a taste of what you've long dreamed. On the right will give you a whiff of what you've recently desired. A day and a half's time."
Xue Yang stares for a couple seconds before muttering without fully meaning to, ]
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[ He reaches down and grabs what looks like a quarter or perhaps a third of a thick bracelet. ]
Shit like this can't even be worn or put anywhere. What's anyone gonna do with this? Melt it?
[ "It binds to the ankle," the shopkeeper suddenly speaks up. Their voice is as old-seeming as their face, raspy, perhaps a touch feminine. "On the left will give you a taste of what you've long dreamed. On the right will give you a whiff of what you've recently desired. A day and a half's time."
Xue Yang stares for a couple seconds before muttering without fully meaning to, ]
The hell does that mean...?