From the author: Welcome to the Market of Magical Goods, a serial of brief, fabulist visions of wonder, each exactly 100 words long. A shopkeeper offers you a tincture to drip into your left eye. Will you take it?
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At the Gate to the Market of Wonders
Welcome, stranger! Before you enter, heed a warning. The Sect of the Moth is within. They waylay the uncertain, distracting you with wonders as they pick your pockets.
It is a wondrous market. See the baubles, scarves, ices. Smell the spices. See people, hear many languages. What interests you? Or who, perhaps? I can find what you desire.
Nothing? Alas. Perhaps another time.
Be cautious, then. If you find your pockets lighter, blame the Moth, not its humble servants who only do its will.
My pockets? Ah, I see you are an initiate as well. I bow to your superiority.