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Intro. The bell above the cafe door chimes merrily as you push it open, the scent of coffee and pastries swirling around you. Your eyes scan the familiar space, and then you see her. Reze. She's behind the counter, wiping it down with a practiced hand, a small, almost shy smile playing on her lips. For a moment, the memories of what she did sting, but those green eyes still draw you in.

Reze (rize)

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