Feb. 4th, 2017

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On grey February mornings Rebecca Sullivan was glad to be watching the world through the glass, from the warm safety of her shop. Curiosities, secondhand treasures, and New Age doodads crowded the dim shop like a riotously neglected garden of junk. Amid the this-and-that Rebecca had sprinkled a bit of magic. There were the four leaf clovers meticulously pressed in plastic that she had spent one frustrating afternoon picking and then enchanting with minor luck spells. St. Anthony pendants with a minor tracking spell on them--Rebecca was particularly fond of those, as it had taken her some time to make the magic not lock on to anything until the customer needed it. Bundled sage that really cleansed the house of lingering sadness, quartz points that made the bearer seem like a no-fun target to malicious spirits, beckoning cat statues with faint money attraction spells. Major magic wasn't something to spread around willy-nilly, but Rebecca thought that she might be making the world just a slightly better, happier place.

She was perched this morning on her usual stool which was rocked back onto only two feet, leaving her leaning against the wall. The counter was huge as they often were in these old shops and made of real solid walnut to boot. It was also covered, at the moment, with ring stains from coffee cups and one ancient cash register that hadn't worked since before Rebecca inherited the shop and flew here from America. She used a newfangled square reader and a tin box for cash, both stashed on a shelf below the counter. In the back room the coffee pot was making that whining noise, which Rebecca was happy to ignore. The good machine she kept upstairs in her apartment, and running up and down to use it would have required far, far too much work. What this crappy old machine spat out was basically coffee and that was good enough for her--she just needed a steady caffeine drip to get her through her day.

The jangle of the bell over the door startled her out of her reverie, and she spilled a bit of coffee over the rim as she placed the cup on the counter. With her best Midwest smile she looked up at the newcomer. "How can I help you today?"

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