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Lampert worked at a small coffee shop in a small town. He served a lot and got a bucket load of money a day just for doing that. His life was pretty easy. He saw an unusual customer walking in. He glanced at his wrist and saw a bracelet that said ‘ℒ𝒶𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓉’ on it. He looked at his own wrist and saw the ’𝒦𝒶𝓈𝓅ℯ𝓇’ one on his. He got a notebook and walked over to the table, a soft smile on his face. He spoke in his soft, monotone Turkish accent.

“C—Can I get you anything…?”