The shop where I worked was on a little sidestreet downtown. It was called "Mundunugu", and it sold magic supplies. Now, I didn't really believe in magic, but the pay was OK and I liked the owner. She was a tall, slim woman called Zillah. It would be impossible to say how old she was, but she was incredibly beautiful. She had dark hair which she wore up, with a few strands hanging down. She also always wore dark glasses, which was odd. She never let anyone see her eyes.
I heard the bell jingle just before I put my hand on the door to push it open. It was odd, that, but I assumed it was just a sort of computer sensor.
The shop was empty apart from a couple of teenage goths I thought I recognized from school and my friend Celeste. She was standing on a ladder and putting books on a shelf. She turned her head to say "hi" when I came in. I went...
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