“On the surface, this emporium of wonders is a bookshop which, as with any other, is crammed full of the thoughts and ideas people have had, written down and subsequently been published through the ages.
“However; with the addition of magic, this bookshop has something extra- in short, this section at the back: the real Haberdashery of Thoughts and Ideas!” the man told me, pronouncing the shop’s name in a grand way, lifting his arms into the air as he did so.
He continued, “It is but one part of the life’s work of the Wizard, Niq, who spent many, many years creating helpful solutions to problems. Niq foresaw the needs of many future writers and created these potions to help jog out the cobwebs and help things flow once more, so to speak. You must be one or you would see a wall here covered in posters concerning books forthcoming to the marketplace.
“We’ve seen many lost souls in here over the years. Not many of the great and the good, if I’m honest, but some. A few. And now you.”
I stood, staring at him, in bewilderment, not believing a word he said- though it did seem like too much of a coincidence not to be, perhaps. “It’s true,” he said in response to my reaction, “Come back here, find your bottle and you will see.” He lifted a section of the counter and beckoned me to walk through. I did just and that and began my search…
“However; with the addition of magic, this bookshop has something extra- in short, this section at the back: the real Haberdashery of Thoughts and Ideas!” the man told me, pronouncing the shop’s name in a grand way, lifting his arms into the air as he did so.
He continued, “It is but one part of the life’s work of the Wizard, Niq, who spent many, many years creating helpful solutions to problems. Niq foresaw the needs of many future writers and created these potions to help jog out the cobwebs and help things flow once more, so to speak. You must be one or you would see a wall here covered in posters concerning books forthcoming to the marketplace.
“We’ve seen many lost souls in here over the years. Not many of the great and the good, if I’m honest, but some. A few. And now you.”
I stood, staring at him, in bewilderment, not believing a word he said- though it did seem like too much of a coincidence not to be, perhaps. “It’s true,” he said in response to my reaction, “Come back here, find your bottle and you will see.” He lifted a section of the counter and beckoned me to walk through. I did just and that and began my search…
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