I took a look around the shop. It was such a special place. I loved everything about it. Its creaking wood floors. The prized rare books underneath the glass by the counter. The two-hundred-year-old fireplace Theo spent a fortune to keep up to code. The beautiful antique grandfather clock. Keeping it wound had been one of my jobs, along with watering the plants, and picking up the mail. Theo didn’t like to focus on mundane details. Not when there were books to discuss. Speaking of books, I eyed the towering stacks that had popped up around the shop. I used to be the one to reshelve them. I had
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