If someone were to look into the shop at the end of the lane, smaller on the outside, bigger on the inside, with the sign that read “Junk and Disorderly”, they would be struck by the realization that it was an odd place to be.
6 inch tall men could be seen running around if one merely looked hard enough, there was a demon in the storage room that usually caused chaos and swore most creatively, a vampire usually lurked in the darker parts of the store and offered to help customers with reading, a single tiny dragon usually buried itself in one of the jewelry boxes and a faerie was always behind the counter.
Yes, Junk and Disorderly was a strange place. But it was a good kind of strange. At least until
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unwittingly awoke some eldritch abomination and forced them to combat it.
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