When the light came back to Ringer's eyes, he had appeared in the center of a huge circular library. The store manager, Glenfiddich, was standing in front of him, observing the thing in his hand with satisfaction: a pitch-black inkwell.
Linge touched his lips, feeling very uneasy. Was that mouth in the dark belonged to the store manager? I was kissed by a man?
"Manager, are you a man or a woman?" He finally couldn't help asking.
"Is this important?" the store manager will start from
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