While ambling through the dusty roads during dusk, when the cantaloupe ribbon was struggling to restrain the approaching velvet darkness, she came into the old bookstore. It was a fragile moment. She had no idea what she was looking for exactly. As she meandered through the aisles from romance to fantasy, a mysterious light combed […]

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