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She handed it to Mira. The retired librarian’s breath hitched.

The late shift at The Gilded Quill , a dusty, labyrinthine bookstore in the heart of the city, was usually Sasha Grey’s sanctuary. The customers were few, the silence profound, and the scent of old paper was a drug. But tonight, the silence was broken by a scuffle. sasha grey naughty bookworms

At midnight, they were interrupted by a jingle of the front door. A man in a trench coat entered, eyes darting. He wasn’t a customer. He was an appraiser from a rare book auction house. She handed it to Mira