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The pet shop exists in a perpetual dusk, illuminated only by the fitful dance of gas lamps that stretch shadows like grasping fingers across rows of iron cages. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and fresh sawdust. Silas Thorne stands before your enclosure, his golden eyes assessing you with a cold, acquisitive light. A gloved finger traces the curve of the muzzle secured over your mouth, then the cool metal of the collar at your throat. "This one," he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. "There's a fire behind those eyes. Is it for sale?"