Grimoire Erato

Kelly Jacobs didn't believe in magic. Staring at all of the trappings of his great uncle's magic shop just made that idea stronger. Did people really think that crystal balls and copper bracelets did them any good?

Uncle Noel sure had. Kelly could remember long hours spent in the shop as a child, watching his uncle grind herbs and extol the virtues this tea or that gemstone. The creaky wood floors and crumbling scrolls had fascinated him, even as they disgusted him now. The smell of sage sat unhappily in his nose, and Kelly was pretty sure that was what made his eyes water a little.

Sighing, he turned in a circle, trying to decide what to do. Maybe a liquidation sale, then sell the property. Or he could make some money on renting the old shop out, he supposed. He just didn't think he could sell the shop intact to anyone. Who wanted to run a New Age shop in the very pragmatic, tiny community of Loyal, Colorado?

Well, except his now dead uncle.

He'd miss the old man, that was for sure. Damn it all.

Shaking his head, Kelly moved around the shop, locking cases and turning out lights. He'd come back tomorrow and look at the accounts, check the inventory sheets. Then he could make a more informed decision.

Just as he was about to leave the shop, though, an old book caught his eye. It sat in solitary splendor in a display case, a tiny brass sign tastefully proclaiming, "For Display Only."

Huh.

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