Book Haven, Thursday 8/14

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Today the books behaved like books. They were quiet. They stayed on their shelves. Ichabod was going through the newly arrived titles to get an idea about them. There was a pot of tea on the counter. In fact, today was just how he had imagined how working in a book shop would be, but he occasionally glanced behind his back. Quiet bookshelves were not to be trusted.

[open shop]