Dust Dealer
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In the dim corners of bustling taverns and pulsing clubs, the Dust Dealers emerge, hooded and cloaked in shadow. They slip through crowds, offering different quantities of shimmering purple dust that hums with forbidden promise. A pinch brings euphoria, a fleeting dance with bliss—but beware the heavy hand. Whispers tell of those who chased too much, their eyes now glinting with unnatural hues, their voices echoing with secrets no mortal should know.
