Tucked away in a dingy corner of the town you see a small, dilapidated building. The sign reads, "The Twisted Parchment Story Library". Intruiged, you enter.
People stand in small group, chatting in hushed voices. Water drips from the roof, and spiders have taken over the corners of the room. A man approaches you.
"Good evening..." he says, flashing a smile of yellowed teeth.
"Hello," you say warily.
"Welcome to the Twisted Parchment... please, look around. I apologize for the dust, but the err, inhabitants, of the closet like it..." he said, flashing a nervous glance backwards.
Well, this looks promising, you think to yourself, picking up a dusty book.
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