I slept fitfully for about an hour, then awoke and twisted and turned until around two in the morning. Something more than idle curiosity drew me to the shop. It was as though I had to go. I can't explain it, but I slipped on a shirt and a pair of trousers, made my way through the kitchen, reached the steps leading to the shop - and stopped dead.
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The Gilded Sonnerie
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