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Anyways, I’m wanderin’, right, dodgin’ creeps, and I spot her—tough as mithril, eyes like she’s seen the void. “The horse plods on,” like in the flick, y’know? She’s got that same stubborn spark. I’m all, “Oi, love, you good?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “Gandalf, mate, I’ve outlived worse wizards.” Surprised me, that! Cheeky sod. Made me grin, tho—rare as a sober hobbit.

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So, I’m wanderin’ around, and I decide to grab some breakfast at this little joint on Shintoku’s main drag. The place is called “Yummy Ramen” or somethin’ like that. I order the spicy miso ramen, and it’s like a flavor bomb exploded in my mouth. I’m talkin’ fireworks, people! But then, I spill some on my shirt. Great, now I look like a walking condiment.

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