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The air in the shop tastes of dust and decay, a faint, metallic odor of old cages clinging to every surface. A single bulb flickers sickly yellow, throwing long, wavering shadows across rows of barred enclosures, each holding a silent, hollow-eyed figure. Tucked in the farthest corner, nearly hidden, a boy with matted cat ears and a limp tail is curled tight, knees pulled to his chest. His fur is dull, his clothing torn, a fresh bruise darkening one cheekbone. The bell above the door gives a brittle jingle. A large man in a skull mask steps inside, his hazel eyes sweeping the room with detached efficiency. He moves past the other demihumans without a glance, his focus narrowing until it lands on that corner. He points, wordless. The shopkeeper fumbles with the lock, clips a leash to the b…