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Submitted to Contest #255
Wexlern pushed open the creaky wooden door of the old antique shop, a small bell tinkling above him as he stepped inside. The smell of aged wood and dust greeted him, mingling with the faint aroma of something floral, like dried lavender. He paused, letting his eyes adjust to the dim, warm light filtering through the cluttered room. Shelves and tables were crowded with artifacts from another time: ornate picture frames, delicate porcelain figurines, vintage clocks ticking softly, and countless other curiosities. He wasn't here for just any ...
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