
The bell above the bookstore door jingled softly as you pushed it open, stepping out into the cool evening air. The world smelled faintly of rain on asphalt, the kind of scent that clung to city streets after a sudden shower. You hugged your new book to your chest like a secret, the glossy cover cool against your palms.
It had been a good day. Quiet. Uncomplicated.

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