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There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

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he asked in an indifferent manner. I came in amazed by how huge actually this place was. There were books stacked on shelves, which were a few meters high, around five maybe. Books on several desks. Books piled everywhere on the floor. And more books near the fireplace. For all that was sacred sake, I would love to just spend the rest of my almost immortal life here. “Close your mouth or you’ll catch a fly.” He said clearly amused. ”Now, are you going to apologize or what?” “Why would I do that?” I instantly scoffed. Crossing my arms. I took a sit on the floor across from him.

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I would get four new storybooks for now, and once they got exhausted, I would go for another. “Good evening, ma’am,” the older lady behind the counter said at my entrance into the bookstore, her eyes staying on me. I flashed a bright smile. “Good evening.” I moved over to the counter, where she stood behind it, and placed my hands on it. “What can I get you?” the polite lady asked. “I need at least four intriguing storybooks for a five-year-old boy.” Her brow rose in interest. “Ah, the ever-curious five-year-old boys, eh?”

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She stole my breath away at that moment. She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same. “I’m planning on writing a book,” she whispered, still maintaining her friendly face. “Writing a book? Bitch, what the hell do you want?” I yelled, my eyes blazing with fury. What did her writing skills have to do with me? “The book is about failures. Guess who would be on the cover? You,” she said, her lips parting as laughter escaped them. I stared at her with rage, different methods of turning her instincts flickering in my mind.