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A cafe where the drinks keep changing colour
I'm sitting in a cafe that smells of chlorine and old books. The barista keeps sliding mugs toward me, but every time I reach for one, the liquid inside changes colour — from tea to ink to something that glows. No one else seems to notice.
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