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When Jun pulled it from his system inventory, he almost laughed out loud.
Not because it was bad—But because it was exactly right.
A small ceramic dripper, white with a faint chip at the rim.
A battered hand grinder with faded markings and a slight squeak in the crank.
A portable metal kettle, dented on one side like it had taken a fall and kept going.
A canvas tote, soft with age, corners fraying just enough to suggest it had trav ...
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