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“Two days before Brother Tea’s death, he sought me out.” Chestnut narrowed her eyes and recalled the memory. “It was night. He brought me food and alcohol. We talked about nothing in particular as we ate. Then Brother Tea suddenly asked if I could make him a weapon.”
“Weapon?” Chen Ying questioned.
“I found it strange, too. His Talent didn’t require a weapon. I suppose a pair of boxing gloves would work.” Chestnut shrugged. “But he didn’t ask for gloves, but a needle.”
Chen Ying was even more confused. “Needle?”
“Yeah.” Chestnut nodded. “I’ve received many strange commissions, but it was the first time someone asked me for a needle.”
“Why did he want o...
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