[Again, if he sees this flinch then he gives no sign of it but smiles and turns back to what he was doing. Now he moves one shelf further distant than he had been and begins picking through the trinkets there. Most he relocates to the back of the shelf, but some he brings forward and arranges in a line. Half of a pale yellow shell, a bundle of herbs and a wooden stake all meet his approval, as does a small pot of epoxy resin.]
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