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| You enter a bookstore where the shelves are stacked to the ceiling with books, as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of stamps in covers of silk; books with peculiar symbold and a few books with nothing in them at all. Just as your searching glance locks on a row of books with interesting names such as "Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies", a young, very pale and nervous man runs into you. "So sorry" he mutters while frantically wiping the sweat from his brows. "Goodamn book escaped...Searching Hogwarts books, are you? Tought you would. Just follow the golden finger up there by clicking on it. You�ll have to excuse me now...goddamn thing is biting a customer." And away he runs, after a shabby brown book that does not only seem to have both a very long tongue and masses of horrid, sharp, yellow teeth, but is also able to move about. You watch it snarl at a customer but turn away, just as the young man you met trows himself upon it. |