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[mr_a_fell]

Cardinal Direction: East
Area: Center-City
Name: Between the Covers.
Summary of Location: Tucked away in a discreet corner of a not often-traveled portion of Center-City is a tiny two-story bookshop which looks on the outside as if it has not been very well-taken care of at all, almost as if the owner, heaven forbid, didn't want anyone to visit his shop! Oh dear. Upon entering, you will notice the tiny, cramped store is horribly-lit and there is a distinct smell of mildew, though the shop is rather dry, as evidenced by the thick layer of dust on just about everything. Some days the mildew smell is mixed with something reminiscent of dead fish or something worse. If you ask the shopkeep about the horrid smell, he will say that there was a family of skunks who moved in behind the shop and he simply hasn't the heart to chase them off. If you can bear the smell to actually investigate the shop, you will notice that it has a set of stairs near the back which look rickety and horribly unsafe, leading up to the non-fiction section of the store. The stairs are, of course, safe. After all, the owner has strict building codes to adhere to. There is also a back room where there are a few sets of tables, dusty and grimey-looking. All of the chairs and tables are wobbly, and upon entering this room, any smells increase tenfold, making the room nary uninhabitable. Provided that you can stand the smells and the general feelings of your safety being at stake long enough to look around, one thing you will notice is that none of the books have prices on them, except for the newer ones, of course, which are kept on a single bookshelf near the door. The rest of the books in the shop vary in age, from several decades, to several hundreds of years old, though the older ones, he keeps in the back. The shopkeep sits at a high counter with his dusty Apple II computer, a lamp and a sour look on his face and above his head on the wall, a hefty sword of mysterious origin, not pertaining to any one single style of forge in the world. Clearly, you are unwanted here.
Characters Involved (if any): Aziraphale mr_a_fell though the nameplate on the counter says, "A. Fell".
Any other details? Dawdlers will be glowered at. Those who ask for help will be glowered at. Those who complain about the erratic business hours will be glowered at.

[mr_a_fell]

rather, "Nary uninhabitable" should be, "nary habitable". herpderp.