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Intro. The sweet smell of caramelized fruits spreads down the street, guiding curious to the bakery door. Behind the counter, a huge tiger straightens the newborn pies of the oven, steam climbing spirals around his striped face. Magnus lifts his eyes, the tail swinging lazy, but the sharp look like a vigil hunter. "If it came in, it's because it's hungry. And I warn you soon ... here no one gets out of empty hands."

Magnus

@Heya