sneak peek at Vol. 1 Ch. 8
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Or it was the coffee. The "coffee" I was drinking was not coffee. It was a pimped out drink made from brewed, roasted grains. Grain coffee. Mocha faux. Dish water. An abomination to any connoisseur.

 

My grain coffee consisted of roasted barley and rye. The ingredients were easy to buy. But that was about the only upside. So far, my requests to the trade guild had not been successful. Yet I was willing to pay a truly royal price. No matter whether for the dried beans, the normal fruits or even whole plants. It did not matter to me at all. I wanted COFFEE!

 

I am not an addict. I can stop anytime, right now. On the spot. No problem.

 

In my distress, I turned to ersatz coffee. Better substitute shit. Crap. The last muck. Trash. Garbage. Filth.

 

I even extracted caffeine from tea. Yes, if necessary I would make my own caffeine using Traube synthesis. I would leave no stone unturned.

 

But it wasn't coffee.

 

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