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an excerpt

Prologue
The icy wind raked it razor fingertips across the grey streak of the dismal town, engulfed in a blanket of equally dismal mist. A light rain began spitting upon the colourless cobbles, and the few cars that drove past drove through in a rush of water, drenching the shiny modern faceless shop fronts with a light dusting of dirty water. Down an inconspicuous side street a bell jangles, the sound deafening in the icy silence. The offending sound appears to belong to the ancient bell of the faded bookshop in the middle of this tiny street, it’s weathered facade the only hint of warmth along the row of inconsequential shops.
The lone awning, old fashioned in what was once an emerald green, shielded the dusty windows with their flaking gold paint, it’s elegant script a reminder of past days of prosperity and grandeur. Painted on these archaic windows are the words “Wandsworth’s Bookstore est. 1875“, each letter casting a broken shadow over the faded velvet display cloth, and over the old and broken volumes resting gallantly upon it. From inside the welcoming shop, a figure emerges, tall and pale, a long black coat, it’s collar turned up, effortlessly stylish, hiding his body from view. Moving fast, there is no time to look closely at the ghostly figure’s face, only to absorb the coldness radiating from his form, and the shock of russet brown hair that framed the impossibly pale and handsome face.