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"Welcome."

He had no idea how many times he had said that word in the span of one flimsy hour. It seemed to him that whenever he turned to do something else one or two persons would stumble through the red door of his shop and force him to put whatever he did on pause. It was nearly a bit mysterious to him that his clientele had increased so drastically this year. Had been suddenly gotten a renewed love for literature or was he simply only now aware of his customers.  Whatever it was the King thought he ought to be thankful that his old store was still making it through the days. "Let me know if you need any help.", he called for the umpteenth time that day.