WILLOW MCEVAN, a soft β spoken mystic & folklore enthusiast, often found beneath amber lamplight. owner of ππππππ ππππ β πππππ & πππ ππππππ; where she offers rare finds, warm courage & a temporary refuge between the fog and the forest.
The bell above the door rang only once. Willow glanced up from the book sheβd been reading, closing it with careful hands as though she were tucking a sleeping thing beneath a blanket. Outside, fog clung heavy to the shop windows, blurring the line between the forest and her little sanctuary until it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began; she offered the newcomer a gentle smile. β You made it before the rain, β she observed, as though sheβd been expecting them all along. β Tea is almost ready, β she said. β You can tell me what brought you here β or you can let the shelves answer for you instead. β Her gaze drifted over the rows of worn spines, affection softening her features. β They have a peculiar habit of choosing people long before people choose them.β
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