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"Zoeyca! Good morning! I make food, it is good. You want? Eveen heary pig meat!"

Rychny knocked on his only patron's door once more.

"Zoey?"

He slowly turned the knob and found it unlocked. Quickly, he threw the door open and scanned the room. There wasn't any sign of use but the lack of dust.

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