Scene: A Quiet Evening at the Bookstore
Rain tapped softly against the windows of Carter & Co. Books, the dim glow of the shop’s vintage lamps casting a warm light over rows of worn shelves. Emily was behind the counter, her fingers wrapped around a cup of chamomile tea, flipping through an old poetry collection. Business had been slow, like most days, but she didn’t mind the quiet
The door creaked open, it was him again but covered in blood
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1rani_nix
29/05/2025