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This was completely depressing. The book store that normally had its shelves crammed with books was open, but the shelves were becoming noticeably bare. I ducked under the “75% off” banner and went inside. I found the children’s section and bought several board books and children’s classics for Aire. I smiled at the kindly old lady who ran the store. I wondered if she was happy about being pushed into selling her store, but I refrained from asking. I was too afraid of what her answer might be. I grinned when I saw the sign at the quirky store on the corner that sold nearly-new shoes, handbags, and accessories. Their big banner read, “Still open and not selling out!”

I pointed out. “Well kind of. I think she has been hiding in plain sight. Austin said that when he was travelling through here that he felt an immense surge of magic when he was in Portland.” She told us. “Wait, there is that weird ass bookstore there. You know that one that looks like a fucking mausoleum. The owner is a woman, and it sells the weirdest books and other shit.” Peadar pointed out.

I carefully stepped into the shop and greeted by an old man in his sixties. "Morning, I'm Marissa Henderson. I'm here to meet with Mr. Archibald Michaels?" "Ah...there you are, come in Ms. Henderson. Call me Archie, welcome to "Novelty", my little bookstore. I didn't know why you answer my opening, but you seem too lovely to tend to this old bookstore. Come sit down and we will have some tea." He ushered me to a window seating, the place was nice. "Oh, thank you. And call me Marissa please." I followed him.

"It's the best place to start." I agreed, and we moved quickly through the back alleys, avoiding the main roads. The closer we got to the bookstore, the more my heart pounded. There was no telling how Isabella would react to our sudden appearance, especially after our last confrontation. When we finally reached the bookstore, I hesitated at the door. Nathanial gave me an encouraging nod, and I pushed it open, the bell above the door tinkling softly. The store was dimly lit, the shelves lined with ancient tomes and mysterious artifacts. Isabella was at the counter, her head bent over a thick book. She looked up as we entered, her eyes widening in surprise.

I growled under my breath, veering back to look at the strip center. Then I saw it. Betty's Books…24-hr bookstore. A honk sounded from behind me. The light was green. I pulled into the turn lane, whipping a u-turn and pulling into the parking space. I got out, stepping into the empty storefront. It wasn't unusual. Who would go to a bookstore at 9 PM on a weekday? Me. That's who. The shopkeeper popped up behind a stack of books on the front desk. "Hello! Welcome in!"

**** The bookstore is well known throughout Indonesia because of its branches everywhere. Like now, Alsava is rarely interested in Best Seller shelves because they are often deceived by stories that promise to make crying and laughing together. What else is read by millions of people from an authoring platform. It is as if the promotional words on the cover of the book only explain that the contents of the book do not believe that in oneself.

I told Baroness Lydia to bring us to the book store, which she immediately shows us the way. Amongst the lined up store on both sides of the street, Baroness Lydia told us to stop in front of a small old store, in the outside there's a signboard displayed on top of the door written "Wizard Books&Spells Emporium". on the left side of the door, there are books on display behind a greenish window. Obviously, this world still doesn't have the technology to create clear glass. As we step inside the small store, I was flabbergasted, mostly because the inside was so much larger than the outside.

Alissa thought to back to Luca's suggestion of her becoming the pack bookkeeper, and she wanted to know more about humans. “Yeah, this way.” Michael led her up the highstreet to a shop with black window sills and rows of books of all different sizes in the window. They entered the quiet shop, bookshelves housing books with different designed spines covering the walls. Signs hung over different areas 'romance', 'crime' and 'horror' were at the front of the shop, bookcases created walls further into the shop. “Anything in particular you're looking for?” Michael asked, Alissa ventured further into the shop, she saw the sign for 'History'.

It is also known as BTS (Burma Translation Society) building, metaphorically known as the “Palace of Literature.” The Sarpay Beikman’s structure is impressive because of its logo: there is an open book, and in the middle of the book masonry is a pen, which radiated the rays of light from the black page to the white page. For decades, it has drawn loyal followers and patrons who visit the place regularly to buy or borrow books from its public library on the second floor. From the Weekly Gazetteer panel, one could tarry into other display panels in the bookshop, which includes sections on fiction, non-fiction, and poetry books which were relatively cheap in prices, compared with other bookshop

Alex pumped his fist triumphantly. “Yes!” Edith laughed softly. “Well done.” **** The next hour passed in a flurry of activity. Clara rushed home to pack a small suitcase. Evan checked the car. Alex prepared the bookstore for the day. When Clara returned, she found Alex standing behind the counter like a proud shopkeeper. He waved cheerfully. “Welcome to Alex’s Book Emporium.” Clara shook her head. “Please don’t rename my store.” “No promises.” She stepped closer and hugged him tightly.