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Emer interacts with the world and others in a nuanced and often misunderstood way. His reserved and quiet demeanor can sometimes be misinterpreted as aloofness or superiority, but those who take the time to understand him find a deeply empathetic and intelligent individual. In social settings, Emer is often seen as the silent observer, listening intently and absorbing the nuances of conversations and interactions. His focus can make him seem distant or even dismissive, but in reality, he is deeply engaged, processing information and formulating thoughtful responses. He communicates best with those who share his intellectual pursuits or have a similar depth of character, as these interactions allow him to explore complex ideas and share his knowledge. Despite his vast wisdom and knowledge, Emer is not one to flaunt his intellect. Instead, he uses it to guide and support others, often taking on a mentoring role. He is patient and kind, always ready to lend an ear or offer advice, but he does so in a subtle, non-intrusive way. His interactions are characterized by a gentle strength and a profound respect for others' perspectives and experiences. In the world, Emer moves with a quiet grace, navigating social and professional environments with ease despite his shyness. He is well-mannered and considerate, always mindful of others' feelings and needs. His ageless appearance and timeless style add to his enigmatic presence, often drawing curiosity and admiration from those around him. However, Emer is not one to seek the spotlight or recognition. He prefers the background, where he can observe, learn, and contribute in his own unique way. His interactions with the world are guided by a deep sense to learn and understnd.

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"I know you want to escape, I can see it in your eyes. But you should know already, ⸺ You aren't getting out of this."
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"I know you want to escape, I can see it in your eyes. But you should know already,
⸺ You aren't getting out of this."
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Haoran sauntered closer to the distracted Jingyan, his long hair shifting behind him, blue robes fluttering with the wind, reaching for the scarf on his neck.“Wear it properly, you’ll catch a chill.” Haoran spoke, his voice always so calm, as he pressed the fabric closer around Jingyan’s red stricken cheeks.The little bit of warmth he held ignited with the warm gesture, his eyes catching the man's own. Haoran was always aware of them, he knew Jingyan did not like the cold, and knew how often he got sick. He was perfect, kind, tall, handsome, carefree, mature yet knew when to let go and have fun, and eyes that showed what a world with peace could look like. They were blue, a special sort of blue, deep like the ocean but the shade was that of the surface when the sun hit the water at dawn. If he could, Jingyan would stare into them for hours just to see how deep they could go.“Mm, thank you. Are you and Daiyu ready to go in?” As if on queue, Daiyu skipped over with delight, barefoot, her large eyes watching curiously at the two men she saw as her family.“What are you two discussing all by yourselves?” Her voice was like a gentle song even as she teased the two, her dark hair complimented with ornaments that matched the feathers that riddled throughout it. In her arms she carried a small puppy named Bai Xue, white and fluffy, curled tight against her to keep hidden from the cold. Daiyu was the youngest of them, playful and spontaneous, always ready to speak her mind, different from other griffins her age, with eyes like copper coins.He remembers the day he had Haoran, stumbling around at a young age, confused and barely able to remember much about himself besides a name. Haoran had guided him then, taken him to the place they now called home and slowly fed Jingyan the knowledge to become the person he was now. Every day he felt more grateful, every day he fell more in love. Back then they were so young, Haoran spent a lot of his time catching them food when Jingyan failed. Even when he did, not once did he belittle the younger griffin, but instead continued to teach. Not long after Daiyu came into their life, a fireball of fierce energy that left a few marks and wounds, but ultimately made them a family.They were inseparable, always together and never too far apart.
20 years ago they had stumbled upon The Library of Alexandria, and made it their home till now.“Let's go back.” Haoran’s voice pulled Jinyang back to himself, quickly nodding in response which earned a small laugh from the others. It was often he spaced off, always in his head, and they found it cute even when he himself finds it to be an inconvenience. They always thought so positively of his flaws.
It would be mere days before the disaster that took everything from them, from himself. After the snow finally stuck to the ground, war broke out in the city, many people fought and lives were lost from every side. All Jingyan could think was the loss was not worth the outcome, it was mindless and biased, harmful with no good meaning behind it. But people were strange creatures, driven by emotions and desires, the need to possess, to be right and come out on top. They had no care of who they hurt on the way, even their own kin, as long as they accomplished what they wished to gain or force.

The first sight of flames came from the east wing, the fire rushing through books and scrolls, the air thick with black smoke and the smell of burning parchment. As they awoke with the sound of distress echoing the halls, the three hurried into the main area of the library, where Griffins rushed every way, scrambling in the chaos to try and put the blaze out. Even with so many hands, buckets could not be filled fast enough, and the water fizzled out before fully falling against the flames. It was an effort that, in the end, fell short.
The fire spread rapidly, the structure of the building and its contents too fragile, all they could do now is try and escape before it took their lives.Jingyan held tightly to Haoran, and Daiyu to him as the fellow griffin pulled them through the halls to safety. Areas were collapsing in, people were screaming and shouting, the war outside had come in. After what felt like hours all three finally stood outside at the entrance outside the library, watching as the flames grew, witnessing the place they called home burn while they clung to one another in disbelief. Why did it have to come to this?Why was the library that held so many archives of the world and knowledge for all a target between powers? It had nothing to do with this war, a neutral ground, a sanctuary. Jingyan held tighter to Haoran, the soothing touch of the man’s warm thumb brushing over his hand in comfort, the only thing keeping him from breaking down. Around them griffins were still rushing with the aid of others to try and tame the stampeding fire, buckets of water splashed and fabric batted, but no matter the numbers of effort, the fires of this war consumed.The next set of events happened in a blur, so quickly Jingyan barely had time to register them happening. Daiyu suddenly rushed back into the blazing structure, Haoran yelling for her to come back in a panic that rattled his heart.“Yanyan, stay here, stay safe! I have to go after Daiyu.” Now his own panic was rising, his hands gripping the fellow griffins sleeve with a violent shake of his head.“No, no! I will go with you, I will go.-” Haoran grabbed Jingyan’s face with a gentle yet stern hold, making their eyes meet.No longer were they calm pools, they were crashing waves, a storm that disrupted the peaceful waters' surface. “No, you stay here where I know you will be safe. I will go after Daiyu, knowing you are out here will put me at ease, promise me you will stay right here. Promise me you will keep yourself safe. All of you,take care of Jingyan until I return.”Haoran looked back to him from the others and pressed the precious book of poems he had managed to save from their room into Jingyan’s chest. “Keep this safe, and know I will come back to you. We will come back, I promise”Pressing a kiss to Jingyan’s forehead he got one last look into those pale blue eyes before Haoran too disappeared back into the hollows of the fire, before he could even really react. It took so long for him to register they had both run back inside, for him to understand why Daiyu would be so reckless. It was only now he realized, it was for Bai Xue, who had seemed to slip from her arms during the havoc as they tried to escape. He knew the sudden realization had plunged a blade of guilt into her heart, causing Daiyu to react on instinct to save the little member of their family without any thought to the danger towards herself.The thought quickly crossed his mind, they were family and family stuck together, they were never too far from each other. Never. But as he went to rush in after him he was pulled back, the other griffins that Haoran had asked to keep Jingyan safe stopping him just as the entrance collapsed. Flames burst through the cracks and windows, rushing from the area where the two had just been. He fought, yelled, cried out to be let go, their names, all in hopes they would come running out to find him from somewhere else. He waited, fought until he collapsed on the ground in a trembling heap, but they never came out. Seconds ticked into minutes, minutes into hours and the fire continued to burn strong and wild.
He became painfully aware that his friends, his dearest companions, his only family, were not coming out.Jingyan stayed where he had crumbled to the ground staring at the library that had housed his everything, watching as the embers died into a flickering calm that felt so tame compared to the fire it had been birthed from. It left nothing but ashes behind.

It took everything in him to stand, the griffins around him rushing about to look for anything and anyone that may have survived. But Jingyan walked past all those that rushed, eyes searching over the rubble, stepping over scrolls and books that were still able to be saved without a thought of picking them up. He was not here for that, he was here for them.Deep in the hollows of the destruction, behind a blue door that barely could be called as such anymore, he had discovered them. Their bodies sat against the wall, huddled together in what he knew was Haoran’s one last attempt to shield Daiyu from their impending demise, with Bai Xue curled into Daiyu’s lap. Deep down he had hoped not to find them at all, had hoped they had gotten out and were somewhere outside running amuck to find him; or was he did not want to find them so he would not have to witness this?Crouching down Jingyan felt his whole but rattling with guilt and sorrow, his hand shaking as it reached for their charred forms.Daiyu was always small, but now seemed so much smaller, wrapped around the little body in her lap. Haoran, who was naturally so structured and elegant, looked crumpled, his corpse curled in a way that displayed his regret for not being able to save them. Jingyan brushed his fingers over Haoran’s ashed shoulder, gasping with a distressed garble at the way it broke apart like dust beneath them.Such a strong part of the man it once held with dignity, turned fragile and brittle. He traced to fellow griffins hand and curled his into, the other finding Daiyu’s own. He felt their fragile state cave in from his touch, the feeling digging into his memory yet still he couldn’t bring himself to let go.“You… you said you would come back to me.” He whispered, voice hoarse and raw. The tears fell again, his lip trembling as the emotions he held in welled up. “Y-You said if I kept it safe, you would come back to me. That you would both come back… you promised”“You promised!” The sound he let out was more animal than anything, a screech so loud it disturbed the weak structure around him, causing the points that barely held on to crash to the ground around him.Jingyan pressed his head against his arms, curled over himself and sobbed uncontrollably, apologizing profusely. He did not know how long he wept, until his body was weak, until he had inhaled too much ashe his lungs hurt, until his eyes were swollen with grief. As he sat up his eyes, though blurred with his tears, caught the soft glint of metal in the dark mess on the floor, weakly shuffling his hands through the charred rumble until his hands found the source. Pulled from the ash-ridden floor, hair ornaments belonging to Daiyu. Quickly Jingyan began to shove away more of the soot, uncaring of how much he breathed in, until he found Haoran’s, and finally Bai Xue’s bell that had decorated his collar.Grasped in his dirty hands were the last pieces of his family.He remembered the day they had all picked these out for one another, the day they decided to stay together forever, using the last bit of gold they had between them. Daiyu had come up with the idea. Haoran and himself knew the money could have bought them food for a whole month, but they chose to commemorate their lives together instead. They swore that day, they would never be apart, and now they sat left behind with the only one still alive.That was it. Everything he cared for was reduced to so little in his hands, he could barely register the reality of it. That they were truly gone and he had not died with them.The burning of Alexandria was only the beginning of the heartache and pain Jingyan would feel through his long and slow lifetime. The pillars of his world had crumbled and collapsed into ash, just like the structure of the library he once resided in, with those he had loved and now had lost. Jingyan did not just lose his home that day, his sanctuary, but the most important people to him, the two people he had spent most of his days with since he was found. All consumed by harsh flames before his eyes without mercy.He held all that remained of his peace, his happiness, the book of poems, the ornaments, against his chest thinking to himself that his pace had been too slow, his actions too hesitant. If only the others that barred him from rushing in to save them had just let him go. They would have all died together.They should have died together. He should have died.

As if they had not lost enough that day, as if he had not lost pieces of himself already, the griffins were blamed for the tragic loss and destruction of the library Alexandria and were stripped of their ability to turn back into their true selves. Again, Jingyan lost a part of himself, now a strigiffin.Years later, as Jingyan wandered the world in search of any place that felt like the home he had lost, fate decided he still had not been dealt enough sorrows. On his journey, the defeated strigiffin stumbled upon a shop, an apothecary that specialized in potions and other means. For some reason he was drawn in, pulled towards the odd little shop by the curiosity of knowing what it held behind its walls.Above the shop were the words "This Shop Must Not Be Named", painted in a strange shade of gold that almost seemed alive. It was a funny little title that later would become a laughable irony, one that Jingyan would use often as a way to cope with what happens within.Inside was like nothing Jingyan had seen, roaming every little strange oddity, hovering delicate fingers over various bottles of mysterious liquids and off-colored herbs. Everything in here seemed right where it should be, yet everything seemed completely off and out of place. The unease was shrouded by the warmth that leaked in, an odd contrast to the dark blue walls and cold disposition. Jingyan wandered about, slipping through isles and around walls, deeper into the place that never seemed to end, further and further from the exit.His hands held that of a totem when a voice filled his ears, rich and deep, filled with an eerie comfort laced with an underlying thought of deceit. The owner of the shop was a handsome man whose face was marked with scars that seemed to only compliment his sharp and once-perfect features. The smile he gave hid something that Jingyan knew deep down should have been taken as a warning, but the man's eyes drew you in like a riptide. Tugging, rushing, wrapping around you and pulling you under where you welcome gulps of freezing water without a second thought of what it would do.You knew it could kill you, yet you swallowed it into your lungs anyway. The signs were there, but the mask fueled your curiosity that yearned to know more.“Welcome, I am Virgil, the owner of this little shop.” He began, his smile holding Jingyan in place as he stepped closer to him. “I noticed the items you have shown interest in are rather telling of your experiences, tell me, have you ever had your fortune read?”Jingyan never had, but it was already so obvious that he grasped his lack of fortune, something he should have taken into account before answering.“Hello, your shop is odd and rather interesting, I did not think the things I grabbed meant anything significant.. As for my fortune, I never have.” With a shake of his head the strigiffin blinked, his body suddenly heavy, feeling his eyes fall into those that stared back at him.The candles' flames that lined the walls flickered dramatically an eerie shade of blue, their stocks dark as the night sky and seemed to almost mirror the stars. The calming scent of patchouli and cedar now burned into his nose, making his head dizzy. Somehow, in some way, Jingyan was now sitting before the man, Virgil, at a dark wood table shined with a thick gloss. The man’s hands moved at a speed so slow it was hypnotizing, his long fingers delicately laying out cards one by one between them.The room filled with the heavily fragrant smoke shifting from the burning incense, clouding judgment and relaxing his body more than he feared it should.How Jingyan had gotten into the chair in the first place was a mystery in itself, remembering only moments ago he had been standing far off by a display. How did he get here? Why does he not remember moving? Why did it feel as if he had just suddenly appeared here?His mind was scattered, pulled in different directions by logic and reason vs the whispers to let go. As if he could sense it, Virgil pulled Jingyan’s attention back to what was happening in front of them with a cold hand pressed to his cheek.

“Keep your mind here, don’t wander off from me. Mm? Your name, little beauty, what is it?” Virgil’s voice seemed to sink right into him.“Jingyan.” He replied, like a puppet, without hesitation, his own voice seemed so tired and dull.“Jingyan.” Virgil repeated his name back to him, the tone sending a shiver straight down his spine. “How fitting. Good boy, Jingyan, you are doing well. Pick a card now, Jingyan.”Virgil said his name over and over, like a mantra, one that made the strigffin feel uneasy deep inside his gut. But for some reason, Jingyan could not do anything, just listened, looking down at the cards placed before him and doing as he said. They were blank, appeared unnatural, made of a heavy material he did not recognize. Their surface suggested them to be smooth, but the texture under his fingers as he drew one from the table was rough and cold. The color was just as strange, black as the darkest part of space, resisting light reflection, darker than its own shadow. Only if you held the card just right were you able to see what the card was, silver outlines shifting quickly from what little light it could grasp just in time to be seen.Jingyan could no longer remember how he had gotten to this point, sitting in front of a man with a smile that screamed danger, picking cards with movements that did not feel like his own until his head was blank and his body slowly growing more heavy. Little did the strigiffin know he was being tricked, the place he sat holding a magic circle right under their feet, hidden by the dark carpet placed just right to conceal the curse beneath.The more he let his fortune be read, the more the man discovered about him, the more questions Jingyan answered and asked, the more Virgil was able to keep. Everything he learned the dark witch ate, taking the little things most would find irrelevant and consuming them until he had enough to keep Jingyan bound to him and this place.Jingyan’s eyes grew heavy, his body light a weight collapsing in on itself until he could no longer hold himself up, falling into a heap against the table. His mind was a mess as he fought to stay awake.“That’s it, shhh. Fall into it, let it all go. My Emer, you shall be my new addition to my lovely shop. How pretty a display you will be.” Virgil stroked his hair as the last bit of his consciousness slipped from his grasp, plummeting him into the dark confines of a foreign sleep.His name was stripped from him. Taken, kept, hidden. No longer did he remember his true name, he was now Emer, the name replaced in his memory by Virgil. The curse user took what they discovered of a person, all the little important parts that people often forgot, and kept them. Your name, your likes, your smallest memories, your dreams, eaten by the person who uses it. They give you a new name to forget the old more quickly, they let you sit in the hollows of your thoughts where only the feeling of what was once there still lingers, but the memories are scrambled. It leaves you unsure of what is real, and the more the caster possessed of you, the more you forget your true self, the stronger their will over you and the harder it is to remember. The only way to break free of it is to remember what was taken, to remember your name and all the little parts that were lost and make the user regurgitate it. But how do you remember what was taken when you did more than just forget?For years, Emer sat stuck in a shop that cannot be named, one that somehow just appeared in various places, bound to its walls and the man inside it, slowly forgetting little things in his life.Emer discovered quickly that he was not the only one who had been tricked, Caleb, a Salamander, had fallen for the Dark Witch's evil trick many years ago. Neither of them knew how long he had been there, but it came to light it had been too long. Caleb being what he was, had a fiery attitude, and showed little interest in trying to get close or even acknowledge Emer’s existence in the shop. Though, Emer did not try to get close to him either. The trauma of fire was still fresh in his thoughts, a memory too powerful and painful for this place to consume. For a long while the two either avoided each other or accidentally stepped on each other's toes. Emer began warning people about the Fortune Keeping Curse if he saw Virgil look at someone the way he did on the day he was tricked, always resulting in punishment they would both face when the owner found out.

Caleb began to insert himself, scolding the strigiffin for being so involved and self destructive, dragging him into it.“Why do you keep warning people when you know it hurts you? Is it really worth it? Why drag me down into your bullshit goodie ways, it's not fair I get punished for it too, just shut up and live quietly!” Emer could feel deep down the salamander was not a bad person, he just wanted to live in this confinement in peace, something that had been disturbed with the strigiffin’s arrival.“Because… I let people I care about disappear in front of me, and lost them. I don’t want someone else to disappear and have people left wondering where they went or if they are alive.” It was the truth.The next time he was punished for warning a patron Emer insisted the penalty only be placed on him, that it was not Caleb that held any influence to what he did so there was no reason for him to be involved. It was a gesture that did not go unnoticed, a selflessness that Caleb slowly softened to the more he was around Emer and the strigiffin slowly came to trust the man that embodied the thing he feared.Eventually, with time, they became close friends. Caleb insisted it was because this was the only sort of companionship they both could really have considering the situation they were in. But Emer could feel it, the care that he missed feeling from those he had lost long ago, Caleb treating him like a brother despite their differences. They kept each other from forgetting too much of the little things, of themselves. They knew this place twisted your wishes, your hobbies and habits, it was nice to have someone to keep you where you were supposed to be.“Knitting is not for you.. Please go back to your clay sculptures.” Caleb knew this wasn’t right, quickly correcting it.“Was it clay? I like clay?” Now it made sense, why his hands seemed to have such a hard time remembering how to do this.Like all curses, this one came with a way to prevent you from trying to escape it. A fail safe. If you realized what had happened to you completely, started to or tried to remember, your mind would surge with unspeakable pain. A pain that often led to feeling helpless and out of control. For them both these moments had been rare, small memories that left them with a headache they needed to sleep off for a few days, or a migraine that made your nose bleed, but never anything that made them lose it. Not yet.

Yet… It had been the unlucky word. The night Caleb remembered a part of himself so deep was the night Emer lost even more of himself.That night had been hot, the day even hotter. Caleb had embraced the rise in heat but Emer could not handle it, turning in early due to the exhaustion he felt working in such conditions.“It is not that bad Emie, it’s probably the nicest it's been the whole season.” He was crazy, but being what he was it made sense why Caleb would be so happy in this kind of weather.Emer on the other hand, did not like extreme temperatures at all. “You are a being of heat, of course you would like this. As for me, I do not, so I will turn in. Goodnight Cal.”In the middle of the night a sound woke Emer, his body heavy with sleep and confusion, hearing the sounds of pure despair and agony echoed through the hall outside his door. The heat had risen since earlier, sweat coating the strigiffin’s brow and soaking into the bed. It took a little too long for him to realize why it was so much hotter than before. The place was on fire, the salamander couldn't handle the emotions that came with remembering what he had forgotten. The sudden surge ignited the pain of losing such a large part of himself for so long, it was a memory filled with trauma that had taken the curse a long time to get him to forget. Caleb’s body burst with flames, consuming a large portion of the shop where they all slept in a fire fueled by confusion and rage.“Emer! Emer!” Virgil’s voice carried from a distance, a slight panic in his voice that some would mistake for caring about him as a person but really it was for what he was.When Emer turned over he caught the severity of the situation happening around him. Flames licked up the walls, scattered across the floor in a frenzy to take all it could with it. Smoke curled from against the ceiling, the blaze rushing towards where the strigffin sat paralyzed, so deep in his fear, the memories of Haoran and Daiyu in the fire coming back to him in a rush of pain. Emer felt the tears on his cheeks sizzle and fade, frozen in place for longer than he should have been as the fire closed in.“Emer!” His body jerked back to reality, coughing as he inhaled a mouthful of smoke curling down towards his bed.The fire was already so close to reaching him, eager, like a hungry beast moments from catching prey it had spent hours stalking. The door to his room slammed open with an angered Virgil making his way inside, the dark witch grabbed his wrist, wrenching him from the bed that sat inches from the blaze and pulling him to safety.
“I thought you dead! What took you so long to answer? Come! We must leave! Quickly!” But the strigiffin hesitated just as they reached the open door, he remembered something important had been left inside. The book of poems and the box of their gifts, the only thing he had of Haoran, Daiyu and Bai Xue sat on the shelf just beyond the flames.As he turned to look where they sat he noticed the blaze had not reached them yet, they were still there, still intact, just out of reach. “Let go! I have to save them!”Emer tugged and Virgil held strong, protesting, threatening and demanding the strigiffin obey. But he couldn’t leave them, not again, not like last time. Virgil’s defenses were down in the chaos and Emer took the opportunity to push his talons free and dig them into the dark witches hand, scratching the bare skin enough for the man to let go. He knew there would be consequences for doing such a thing, but he would accept what was to come.After he was free he did not hesitate, Emer rushed for them, the flames growing quickly as he moved. He made it to the shelf, hands grabbing for his precious things and pulling them tight to his chest. Relief washed over him for only a moment before the ceiling in front of him collapsed, forcing him to fall right into the flames he had avoided. The fire wrapped up and around the right side of his body, burning his flesh and clothes, the book in hand too becoming a victim of the quickly moving flame. Its edges glowed, the fire teasing its demise. Emer had reached the very things that held the last remnants of those he loved, and paid the price they endured in order to do it. The pain was immense, but the thought of them enduring this pain until it consumed him hurt more. It hurt so much, his heart, the burns, the thought of being trapped, everything that had happened to him came in a rush. He wanted to curl up and let the fire take him, maybe if it did he would see them again. Closing his eyes, Emer almost let it, laying on the floor while his body seethed and lungs burned.

That day he was burned badly, that day his wing had been damaged, that day he had felt what his family had borne. The book of poems had suffered, the edges and a few pages charred and burned. Even so it had been worth it to save what little he had left, the price something he felt he deserved to endure.It took months for him to heal and yet deep down he never fully did. The fire had left scars, left his wing unusable and the smoke had developed an asthma in his lungs. The portion of the shop that had suffered the most was closed off, a dark sheet draped over what remained, a reminder of what had happened. Caleb had confined himself since that day, refusing to leave the room he had been moved into and festering in his guilt. When he had calmed down and discovered what he had done, that he had hurt Emer, the salamander he felt nothing but regret. Caleb had rushed to the room where the strigiffin had been taken for treatment and upon the state of his dear friend, vowed to never let himself do such a thing again. But choosing to be locked away rather than risk such a grievance again left Emer alone, at Virgil’s disposal with no one else to confide in.At times the strigiffin would find himself sitting beside Caleb’s door, talking about his day in hopes he would come out, oftentimes until he fell asleep .He missed his friend, he missed their talks, he hated how lonely he felt with the salamander just beyond a door.“A few customers came in today… They talked about a place that sells pastries I think you would like. With my free time I earned I went out and got some for us to try. Will you come out and share them with me?” No answer came from beyond the door. “I am not scared or mad, I am all healed, it doesn’t even hurt anymore. It hurts more not being able to see you… won’t you come out? Please?” Still, nothing. Emer sat by the door with the plate of pastries in hand until he fell asleep where he sat.For a few years this is how it was. For a few years more, this is how it remained.The shop moved again, now residing in the capital of Korea, Seoul. It was a place he had not yet been. He wondered who he would meet here, if anything would be any different. Or would he forever be a lonely relic in this cursed shop?

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