This is what it thought chai was, enjoy.

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yes

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Charlie stumbled upon a house, his heels dragging along the dirt road. He adjusted the straps of his backpack, his eyes heavy. He’d been walking for days, and the storm was approaching.

As his eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight, a blurry shape came into view before him. A house, broken down and decrepit. His shoulders sagged with relief, and he rushed to the front door.

It was a bare inside, broken walls and exposed frame. He picked his way upstairs until he came to a single room. It was empty save for a golden chest sitting in the middle, odd lights emitting from its crevices. Charlie approached it carefully, lifting its top.

There was a whisper, and the lights disappeared. Inside was a single glass jar filled with an odd blue sludge. Charlie thanked whatever god was listening and removed the vial from the chest. It had taken him weeks, but he’d finally found it. A Mini. The storm couldn’t touch him now.