Some boys are better left unkissed. Some books shouldn’t be read. And some doors should remain closed.
The bookstore where I work harkens back to another time—one of flapper dresses and cloche hats, of walking canes and tailored suits, and of boys with impeccable manners and ice-blue eyes. Boys like my coworker, Nikolay.
But the store also holds secrets—a formidable door missing its knob, a mystery bound in magic books, and the haunted look in Nikolay’s eyes. And there are crows that follow me home. Crows only I can see.
I can’t tell whether the crows are a threat or a warning. But one thing is certain, I’m in too deep to walk away. There is …
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