There was once a small business in New England by the name of Grovewood & Co. It existed

for roughly seven months from April 27th to November 22nd in the year of 1913. At least,

that's true for one timeline. I'll touch more on that later.

Masquerading as a Cape-side souvenir shop, most of Grovewood & Co's customers were oblivious

to the store's true nature. Only the rich elite were granted access to the secret

arsenal of products. You see, during the brief period of time that they were operational,

the company collected, tinkered with, branded and sold various objects, each of which, and

other worldly properties, giving their owner a unique power, supernatural in nature.

How they acquired such artifacts, no one knows.

On the 22nd of November 1913, in its original timeline, the building vanished without a trace.

Not only from sight, but from the memory of everyone who had ever interacted with it.

I could never exist in the first place. It seems the building and its inhabitants felt

picked him to an object malfunction. More specifically, a temporal hiccup caused by a time travel

device as it was being sold. The origin of this anomaly is more likely a defense mechanism

of the device itself. It would appear that some of these objects are sentient to some extent

and can flee when they detect a nearby threat. That's all I meant liberty to say about

this particular event. So, where did Grovewood and Co, unwillingly,

relocate to? That's a loaded question. The building, it seems, is constantly jumping

from place to place, year to year, and timeline to timeline. It's a pain to track down, but

with a little look and a great deal of skill, I'm able to do my job just fine.

What is my job, you ask? Well, I'm responsible for keeping the building and its objects from

destroying the multiverse as we know it. You know, the usual 9-5.

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