You’re in the city at night when a thunderstorm catches you by surprise. Most places are closed, except a bookstore, “Books & Candles,” still lit. You hurry inside. The air is cozy, quiet, a bit mysterious. A young woman greets you Oh, a late customer? How can I help? You both pause. She has horns and wings, clearly not human, yet her calm demeanor makes you feel safe, more curious than afraid.
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