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“Actually... we can order them on A****n, but the person who wrote them has a store in Edmonton and sells the books there.” “Oh? I have some people in Edmonton right now, I can get them to stop in and pick them up, if you’d like.” “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them.” “You said it was a store front? Like a bakery store front?”

The coffee smelled amazing, and she waited for the stupid pot to finish. “Do you have a book on English history?” A older gentleman asked. “If we have one it will be in the history section, try the far-left side. Three or four sleeves down.” Majesta waved toward the section of the store. The coffee finished and she poured herself a cup and added some sugar. The first sip was to die for, and she moaned into her mug. With that, she went to the register and waited to see what sold for the day. They also took old schoolbooks to be resold. It was a nice way to help out the college students. She heard a thud and looked up to see a rather large bag of books sitting on the counter.

In addition to being the only shopping center in the small town where Ayleen lives, the mall is also one of the most frequently visited places by most of the town’s residents. Ayleen walked inside and headed straight for the bookstore, which she thought had a pretty good selection. In addition to carrying both the latest and older titles, the store also offered a wide variety of stationery supplies-a selection that could be described as very comprehensive. However, Ayleen didn’t go straight to the stationery display section. Instead, she made her way to the shelves stocked with novels, both domestic and foreign. With a happy smile on her face, she began browsing through several novels she us

A bell jingles when I walk into a book store called “Jinx’s Magic Shop” and my nose is immediately assaulted by the smell of stale books mixed in with a lemon-scented air freshener. Moving away when someone tries to exit the store, I look around and admire the place. It looks pretty causal, with lines of shelves surrounding every corner of the left side of the room and comfortable sofas on the other. The crowd in the store is pretty small, with only a few settled down as they quietly read, and situated in the middle is a large desk occupied by a young brunette with glasses. There’s a computer on the desk and its surrounded by a lot of books heaped upon one another, she raises her head and sm

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As she turned off the engine, she glanced at the window where the store name was written in white: THE READING TEMPLE “That’s a cute name.” She commented as she hopped out of the truck, taking in the building. The brick structure stood tall before her with wide windows on either side of the door. Past those windows she could see book shelf after book shelf with countless titles on them. There were small platforms just before the windows, presenting the newest novels that were just published. She peered up to the windows above her. Her new home. She took a breath, steadying herself before pushing open the door.

And due to the ‘Bloody Birthday’—yes, I am giving my trauma book titles, deal with it— all the animals are dead and our funds are slowly drying up, so this old place is looking like the only option we have left as a means of getting money to survive this coming Winter. The bell overhead sings as we enter and instantly a heady warmth envelopes me. I’m instantly reminded of spending my childhood darting through the voluminous collection of books from history to the dirtiest romances that would make a hooker cover her pearls— those were my mother’s favorites. I strip off my jacket, Becca following after me as we enter deeper into the store. Shelves made of old dark timbre, high-back chairs that

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"Then no." They worked in easy silence after that. The store was narrow, crammed with secondhand fiction, occult guides, poetry chapbooks, and weirdly specific memoirs no one asked for but somehow still sold. Aria loved it. The smell, the hush, the way time bent in corners when you were surrounded by too many lives stacked on dusty shelves. A box waited behind the counter. Niko tapped it. "From some estate guy. Might be haunted." "Everything in here might be haunted."