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"Having someone threaten your mother to get to you." "No," Caleb agreed. "It isn't." I looked back at the bookstore, they almost closed in 2021 before a group of regulars bought it out. Inside, it smelled exactly the same — paper and wood polish and something faintly floral from wherever they kept the candles. The owner, a man in his seventies with reading glasses pushed up on his forehead, looked up from behind the counter and nodded at us.