Guide Me, Claim Me
"And if we’re wrong?"
Minseok gave a short shake of his head. "Then we deal with the consequences."
Without another word, we entered. The shop was dimly lit, a mixture of stale air and the sharp scent of old paper and wood. Shelves were stacked with various items—books, artifacts, and trinkets. A heavy silence filled the room, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Something wasn’t right.
As we stepped deeper into the shop, the floorboards creaked beneath our feet, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet space.
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