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			Artemis had moved to London a week a go because of an accident, none of her family in the US would take her but french side would love to have her since it has been years since they had seen her. Only to be caught off guard by her gifts when she lost control of her anger and glass all around them were shattered, freaking everyone out, including herself. She looked for somewhere that could help her relax or tell her what she was, she lucked out almost everywhere until she felt a pull, it had nagged at her for a while but now she'd let it lead her. What could go wrong? her family was afraid of her now so she wasn't in any hurry to go back. <br/>
She found herself in front of Lone Wolf Books 'odd name but who am i to judge it' she thought then finally walked inside, as soon as she entered she felt a warmth set over herself, like a soothing feeling she was safe and home. Her green eyes looked around the entrance then at all the books, they looked old, not seeing anyone around she called out<br/>
"Hello anyone in here?" She waited for an answer before she walked any farther inside
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</td><td>A bell chimed over the door when she entered. The bookstore was a small hole in the wall, dark and dusty. At first glance there was nothing special about the gloomy establishment. Overloaded bookcases fill the small space, leaving little room to walk around. The clearest line of sight was the door to the checkout counter, which had stacks of books that towered over a man. The clerk was, at the moment, happily helping a customer with some book advice.</td></tr>
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</div>"This one was unmarked." pointed out the customer. "Can you give me a price estimate?"<br/>The clerk looked to the book in question then to the customer, “It is unmarked because marking it would have<br/>decreased its value. We do that with all of our rare books, anything over fifty dollars.” he said in a light casual<br/>voice, the kind of voice you could just listen to all day. The kind of voice that makes bad news sound like the<br/>bee's knees. “That particular book is eighty dollars.” he added with a gesture to the book the customer was<br/>holding. He was very pleasing on the eyes. He looked exactly like one of those prince charmings so often portrayed in fairytales. Lightly tanned flesh with chocolaty brown hair, and his eyes, they looked like deep pools of honey with flecks of chocolate.<br/>Once the customer had gone away the clerk looked to the new comer. "Do let me know if I can help you with anything." he said with a kind smile. The man gathered a small pile of books and set them aside.