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Asaciel had been in a daze since she'd walked into The Lucky Shoe. Being out during the day was already very taxing, but being around so many unfamiliar faces only added to her exhaustion. It was as if someone else had gained temporary control of Asaciel's mind and she had no way of regaining...

Asaciel clutched her stomach as it made the most unappealing growling noises. Being a freelance personal stylist did not bring in the piles of cash it had hinted to when Asaciel Googled 'simple jobs that make tons of money' two years earlier. Even though the job was a lot of fun and the payload...