The Antique Toy

I. The Brother The place was bright, well-lit by banks of windows that let in the afternoon sun. The shopkeeper, a stout, dark-skinned man with graying hair, greeted me from his place behind the counter, barely glancing up at me as I began perusing the tables and shelves piled high with artifacts from bygone decades. […]

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