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Το καλάθι αγορών είναι άδειο!
Mikhail placed his hands on the crate and, for a moment, relived his younger self: a student in the Scholar’s lecture halls, eyes bright with the hunger of knowledge. He had once embraced the Scholar’s methods, had seen first-hand how compressing guilt traded sorrow for order. He had come to regret it. His fingers went to the cartridge, trembling.