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He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

They had always been able to maintain the innocence of their bond, but it was couples like Asha and Young that added a little kindling and a lot of reminders as to why those moments were so important. As Young stacked the mountain of books on the counter, the older woman rang them up while the man gently bagged them in their custom tote bags. Young was surprised to find that the actual name of the shop was ‘Book Haven.’ It came extremely close to Asha’s description of ‘book nook.’ “Find everything alright?” she asked. Young paused his unloading to watch Asha’s face light up like the sky on 4th of July. “Yes! It was so hard for me to pick just a few,” she excitedly relayed.

“No? They have comfortable seating in the back, sofas and books for anybody interested.” “Books at a bar?” “Some stories require something more grounded than coffee.” He driven her to the back and it was like something out of a sitcom. Vintage furniture was orchestrated at different points, giving insinuate alcoves and crevices for individuals to talk or read. He coordinated her to a little table by the raise divider. Racks stacked from floor to ceiling, full of battered ancient books. A bow window neglected a little porch with an lit up pond. “This is so charming.” It was as if she’d ventured into a dream. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

When Darius calls and asks if I want to get out for a bit, I say yes before he even finishes the question. "Luna and Cathy are having a shopping spree," he says. "Thought you might want a breather." "Please. Anywhere that's not here." He picks me up twenty minutes later and drives us to a bookstore in Brooklyn I've never been to. Small, independent, the kind of place that smells like old paper and coffee. "Come on." He takes my hand and leads me inside. We wander through the shelves aimlessly, no destination in mind. He pulls books at random and reads me the back covers in dramatic voices that make me laugh. I find a cookbook with ridiculous recipes and show him one for "deconstructed cereal

“Oh, my god.” Nathaniel smiled. “I thought you might like it here.” They were at Serena’s favorite bookstore in Velmon. She used to buy a book or two from this very place every month. Whether it was about information technology, science, or novels, she made sure to take home two or three books each time. But it wasn’t just her. Nathaniel was also a wide reader, and whenever they came here together, he’d grab a book or two as well. “I booked the entire bookstore so we can have the place to ourselves,” Nathaniel said with a smile. “You can choose any book you like, and you can read some of them here. We can stay until midnight.”

After a few hours trawling Fifth Avenue, I stepped into Barnes & Noble, I needed to get some new reading material and more urgently in that moment, loaded with bags, I needed to sit down and get a coffee. The coffee shop was on a mezzanine level and I placed my order and dropped my bags next to a table at the edge overlooking the bustling first floor. There seemed to be a small crowd waiting for the arrival of an author to do a book signing. I tried to make out the name of the author on the signage but it wasn’t clear. The book was called “Starting Over” and I recalled I’d heard about it on a podcast, it was about a woman waking from a Coma and starting her life over. Apparently, it was the

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

"For you. The signed first edition of that neuroscience book you’ve been wanting for a year." Avery opened it. It was the new release, with a golden "To" signature on the title page. She looked at Sophia, her eyes stinging. "How did you even find this?" "A bookstore owner in London knows the author. I pestered him forever. Just tell me you love me!" She pushed the other box forward. "And this is for my darling Dorothea. Portable watercolors. They don't stain clothes." Avery took it, her throat tightening at the rabbit and strawberry designs on the packaging. "She’ll love it."

That's my baby. I quickly entered a mall, and went straight into a nearby bookstore. But their copies of that story are said to be sold out. That's why I went to a popular bookstore. They put a lot of weight on the books they sell, but I really need to see or read that book! I was headed for the shelf that was for Miss Yuki, so the lady who was about to pass in front of me, just excused myself. The copy was alone, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I got ahead of the girl earlier.

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.