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There was a shop that always seemed to exist half a step out of time. No one could quite recall when it first showed up, it was always there in their minds. It was filled to the brim with antiques, some looked centuries old, others new enough to gleam.
Most people, like Albedo, passed it with without notice. Yet, in the shadows, whispers were spoken of strange comforts and stranger bargains.
When the veil grows thin and your reflection walks alone, seek the Balladeer at the end of Willow Lane, where forgotten relics breathe