Ye old book shoppe [Open like an open book]

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"Hmmm...is that an 'M' or an 'N'? Nary Elley? No..."

Nura drums her nails on the bookshelf's sixth level idly, tilting her head to peer at the dusty old tomes better, hair spilling onto her shoulders. She rubs the pad of her index finger against the binding of one in particular and feels the dust rub off it and onto her finger. She retracts her

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Books! Real books, made of paper and ink! Hunter is fully prepared to spend most of his money in here, although he did pick up some essentials early in the trip.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asks from the nonfiction section, turning his head in the direction of the woman having a coughing fit. It was probably just the result of the dust (and since she was coughing as opposed to choking silently, she was probably fine), but it couldn't hurt to check.

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