This story begins plainly enough... You open the door to the dusty shop with a sharp *creeak* and a bell jangles above to announce your arrival. You hear, from somewhere deep in the building, a soft voice squeak out, 'Come in dearie. Let me know if you need anything.' Looking around you see that the shop is much larger than you anticipated but it's hard to gauge its size as every inch of the space is covered in books, trinkets, and little bits and bobs that glint in the light.

 

A sea of paper stretches out before you. Every surface of the shop acting as a breakwater against the tide. Every table, windowsill, counter top, banister, mantle... every flat surface in the shop contains some form of book or article or map or register. Tiny ships filled with tiny treasures dot the spaces between the vast documents. You hear the voice call again quietly, from somewhere deep within the waves, 'There's a fresh pot on the hearth. Help yourself - that rains' bitin' today.'

 

Across the shop you see a small fireplace, the flames roaring delightedly, lapping at a small cast iron kettle. You see that several large armchairs have been placed within the fires' cozy dome of warmth. Each chair is set beside a small table. Each table you see is adorned with a stack of books. Which are in turn adorned with a cup positioned gently on a saucer.

 

A faint whistle begins to resonate on the air as the water finishes boiling and steam begins to pour from the kettles' crude black mouth. The smell of the dust on the air mingling with the smoke from the fire; meeting the sharp tang of the herbal tea; paired with the warmth and the low light...

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And the thought slinks into the back of your mind, as though its had a key to your place this whole time... This is the place where REAL magic is born...Between pages and cups with friends... This is a place you can call home...

 

If you are strong of heart and true of soul, we ask that you embark on this journey with us. To construct a guild of thinkers. The magicians of the world. The dice tossers. The lovers. The tale-spinners. The warriors. The record takers and historians. A community of readers. That are looking to share in their wildest dreams, deepest loves and despairs, and even their scariest nightmares, with a genuinely welcoming group of like minded people.

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So, pick your chair and pour some tea. The fire is nice and cozy and my dearest friends... We have Other Realms to explore.

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