[ a tall soldier stopps not five feet from the booth, peering at the sign. he takes his sweet time deciphering the letters. christ, but that one long word gives him a terrible pause. he leans back with his hand resting gently on his sword's hilt. p-sy-chi...
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[ a tall soldier stopps not five feet from the booth, peering at the sign. he takes his sweet time deciphering the letters. christ, but that one long word gives him a terrible pause. he leans back with his hand resting gently on his sword's hilt. p-sy-chi...
his lips mouth the sounds. ]