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I replied tightening my hold on the purse. “Cool, cool! You show me which one he liked.” She asked, dragging me and I looked around before pointing it out. “He sure has a great taste. You wait here while I go and talk about the prize. Let’s see if he can reduce the price. In the mean time see whether it will be fine for him.” She said before walking away and I walked near to the cycle. “Are you sure?” I asked the salesman in wonder. “What is it?” Pallavi asked, walking near to me.

Ocean eyes. The kind of eyes that reminded me of someone in my past. Someone who had ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it under his boot with pleasure and mirth. The very person who had played with my feelings and destroyed the slightest reputation I had. Someone who stole everything away from me. My heart. My love. My innocence. My family. My friends. My dreams. My entire life.

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“A donation from the used bookstore in Binghamton that closed. Paperbacks Plus? A whole collection of Leisure Horror paperbacks. Keene, Kenyon, Braunbeck, Ketchum, Sangiovanni . . . big catch, all brand new copies. How’d you work that?” I shrug, sorting out the tax forms for Bassler Library and Paperbacks Plus. “I’ve known the manager for a while. Used to go there a lot when I attended Binghamton University. She was one of the first people I called for advice when I decided to reopen this place, so when she learned her store owner was dropping the ax, she called and promised to send me her best stuff. So, great donation, sucky circumstances.” Cassie snorts. “No doubt.”

"It's nice talking to you and all but I think I'll head back and rest. I've had a little bit too much." Without waiting for his reply I made my speedy escape. That had been really close… Bad mouth! My inner monologue almost got me in trouble. This is a side effect of sleepiness, makes one dumber by fifty percent. The trip back to the dormitory was nostalgic. Mrs Peterman bade me farewell yesterday and gave me my favourite physical book as a parting gift. As much as I loved research books and historical journals, my favourite physical tome was fiction. Fiction archive books were really rare to find as many of them were destroyed alongside civilisation during the Great Explosion. People had no

Suddenly the book was yanked from my hands. "Hey!" I screamed in frustration. "I was just getting to the good part! Give it back." Hunter rolled his eyes, "You've read this book like a hundred times already." "So?" I asked in annoyance. "So, you can read it later Scarlett O'Hara." He teased. It was a coincidence that I had the same first name as the protagonist in the book. I rolled my eyes at him. "Right now we're going to a party." He smirked.

Elena's grandmother probably knew exactly what her granddaughter would become, even if Elena herself didn't know until recently. "Do they have a bookstore in town that carries old medical books?" "Ashford Rare Books, in the old historic district. The owner, Mr. Chen, used to special order things for Elena when she was still visiting on a regular basis." Luna grabs for her phone. "I can call him, see if he's got anything new that she'd be interested in." "That would be perfect." Luna dials the number, and I listen to her half of a conversation about first-edition veterinary texts and vintage medical journals. The very normalcy of the conversation, the simple act of shopping for a birthday gif

That cabinet was her comfort after long, exhausting days of work. She reached another shelf, so absorbed that she no longer noticed Assistant Brown. The bookshelves now completely blocked her view of him. "Oh my God, Sir, you're incredible." Kylie pressed her face against the glass. Inside the cabinet were books on the history of publishing and media from all over the world. Even the library at the TV station where she used to work wasn't this complete. Back then, reading rare books required special permission from her boss. Now, she had stumbled onto something that made her soul feel alive again, burning with excitement. She rambled loudly about the names of people she admired, their names

Which only made it more irritating. Her gaze moved toward the small stack of books sitting on the corner of her desk — mostly art books and a few random novels she hadn’t finished yet. None of them would help, at least not in this case. Maybe the internet just wasn’t the right place to look. Arabella tapped her fingers lightly against the arm of her chair as the idea slowly formed. Libraries had records the internet didn’t. Old texts. Language archives. Historical dictionaries. She remembered once hearing that the university library downtown had an entire section dedicated to ancient languages and forgotten dialects.

But instead, she chose to pursue her one great passion: rare books. Caitlin didn’t know why she felt so drawn to rare books; it didn’t make sense to her. For as long as she could remember, it was always what she loved. She still felt a thrill every time she picked up some ancient, dusty book, tried to decode it, to figure out where it was from, how old it was, who wrote it. What language it was in, how rare it was. She’d held books that were worth tens of millions of dollars, one-of-a-kind, ancient books that had been seen and held by few people throughout history. She’d held original, first edition Shakespeare volumes, ancient Greek scrolls. She felt a connection to history as she did, and