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spell-power
“Welcome. Are you lost, or are you searching for something?”
Frequenting several occult shops had left her with a string of bad luck. The one book that she had sought for was often forged, according to those that assisted her during the scavenger hunt through their establishments. Which leads her to here, New York, where she didn’t initially arrive to continue her ongoing search for this archaic book - she was here for a show. Her art show. A few shops had been visited, but in the end, it was a tourist trap.
Avoiding the most areas where sight-seers ventured, Sarah found her way through a busy street, where a line of stores and restaurants appealed to her tastes. What she didn’t truly expect to find was this eccentric shop, where she was greeted upon entry.
“Lost?” She replied while pulling back unruly curls of red hair back, securing it with a claw clip. Sarah’s eyes were wandering in every direction, taking in the decor of the shop. It looked like an ideal place to pick up a knickknack to take back home.
It appeared that anything, and everything, wound up here from the looks of it, that is. Turning around, she finally made contact with the person and tilted her head slightly, curiously, gazing into their eyes. They had the most interesting color, those depths. “Actually, I was just browsing. It looks like it is a quirky shop.”
She paused and tapped her chin, “Actually, you know what. Would you happen to have old books here?"
