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I couldn't help but stop and stare at the window of the small bookstore. As I was positive, it hadn't been there before. The trip from my apartment to the convenience store

I worked at was one I had taken hundreds, if not thousands, of times before.

And yet here was a little store between the Chinese restaurant and the dry cleaner that always

managed to burn the suits I used for interviews. When I tried to picture what had been there before,

I only remembered the kind of dark alleyway you glance at once, and then

stride past quickly without a thought. But there was definitely a store, and it was as if it

had been always there. I stepped closer to the dusty window display and tried to see inside,

but it was difficult to make out anything through the hazy glass. It was dimly

lit inside, with shelves standing like ships in the fog. After stepping back, I glanced at the door

and raised an eyebrow at the open sign hanging from it. It was much too late for such a small

store to be open, and yet the sign said otherwise.

Still, I wasn't in a hurry to get home, as I knew Maggie wanted to have what she called

a serious talk.

And so wasting some time was an attractive prospect.

Also, something about the store was simply inviting, as if I had to see it for myself.

I grasped the door handle, and there was a dull clank as it swung open and triggered the little

bell above the door. As soon as it was open, a wave of musty, stale air washed out toward me,

making me grimace. It had a thin, acrid scent that I would expect in an old tomb, not a bookstore.

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