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             It was raining invisibly inside the ‘Soul Bookshop.’ But I felt it. Unlike before, when the strange intangible weathers didn’t affect me, the rain began to dampen my clothes. I touched a wet spot on my sleeve in wonder. A large cold drop splashed on my head and streamed down behind my ear. I walked quickly around the various bookshelves but stopped when a pinkish wooden shelf caught my eye. Eagerly, I eased out a thin book the same pale pink as the wood and let my fingers trail down the front. It felt like a rose petal. The pages were pale yellow, and when I touched my finger to one, a pollen-y substance was lef

        I finished Dawn Reign, La Eon that night and returned to the shop the next day. I was again welcomed by the stormy tiles and the random wooden bookshelves. There were no fall leaves this time. Instead, to my delight, there was invisible, packed snow. Each step was a crunch of wondrous winter and the slight chill was invigorating. I skipped forward and closed my eyes as the intangible snow also landed on my nose and shoulders. Giddily and clumsily, I made my way toward the nearest bookshelf. It was made of a deep reddish wood. After a quick scan, I inched a golden-yellow book from the bottom shelf. It felt course and sandy. As I turned

      The sign read ‘ ‘oul Bookshop.’ As I pushed the cottage-esque door open a bell tinkled. I knew that was good. In stories at least, that usually meant antique, glass faced, ornate wooden cabinets opened with the oldest of keys (they’d be the keys kept safe in a coat pocket). Inside would be weathered books. They’d be leather bound and most likely a faded scarlet or tan color with peeling, barely readable gold lettering. One title would be only partly legible so the rest of it would be delightfully unknown. I would immediately know that if the white sunlight happened to stream in, an ascending halo lit cloud