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In the village of Chipden-on-Blaen a boy named Marek stood with his elbows rested on the high wooden counter, dusty like t..

Marek stood, on the spot he had been standing on all day, behind the dusty old wooden counter, in the dusty old cluttered bookshop, ..

Marek froze, watching his father and grandmother with Frig and Bex in tow. Marek froze for a moment too long and his fat..

The old man came just as dusk was about to fall. He knocked on the shop door a sharp three times and Marek rushed through fr..

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