Sam and Lilly didn’t feel like walking the streets in the morning, deciding instead to take the Jeep to the The Dusty Gnome. They burst inside, anxious for answers, the bell’s jingle swallowed by their urgent advance. Hank looked up from behind the counter, surprise etched on his weathered face. Sam launched into a breathless account of the flickering lights, whispered voices, glowing runes—each word chipping away at Hank’s stoic demeanor until fear and understanding flashed in his eyes.
She didn’t pause, the need to understand propelling her. “It was like the whole store came alive. It felt like we were in another world.” Her voice cracked, carrying both fear and a desperate plea for explanation. Lilly’s expression mirrored the urgency, the shadows of the night’s events still haunting her features.
Hank set down the book he’d been holding, his movemen…
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